The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

The sand was cool against the Miami evening air, and surprisingly there were few people around.

I didn't know if it was the fact that it was dinner time, or the middle of the "Winter" (winter for Miami is still hot).

There was a woman and her husband throwing their dog a Frisbee, a family building sand castles, and a young couple curled up in a towel. Every one of these people would never believe what is happening in my used to be, simple life.

I had kicked off my shoes some hundred feet ago, and now my feet were sliding into the sand.

I grinned, this was my first time on an actual beach, I mean growing up in Moscow, Russia, and from there to California where I was locked up and secluded for five years, I never really had the opportunity to endure the beach.

"Your like a child." He said with a smirk.

I shrugged it off and continued to dig my feet into the sand.

"And your like an old man!" I called back.

"And your like a skinny little twelve year old." He muttered back, catching up to my side.

"And your like a fat old Grandpa." I yelled back, and suddenly...he gave chase.

This was one of the very few times I was grateful for my short and small size, because I was able to duck from him.

But damn for such a tall guy he was fast.

feet weren't touching the soft sand, instead they were flying through

completely off the ground and spun

one sharp movement he sat me on the ground in my

as I struggled to

thin air, he had slid by me

slowly fade away,

and gave a sharp tug, and sent me

until the dizziness

and striked him in the face...well...almost. Instead of catching flesh I caught

centimeters from his face, and with another quick move he spun me

unbreakable

I

turned my palms downwards and all at once I dropped down, pressing my weight

on all fours as his

I lifted myself off of the beach

way, and while I was temporarily blinded, he lifted me

saw was his

at all, damn

my fists and screamed like a little girl, even though I could get out of this position