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.

suddenly my feet weren't touching the soft sand,

off the ground and spun

sat me on the ground in my dizzy

and get me." He mocked, as I struggled to stand up

air, he had

very slowly fade away, but he

gave a sharp

ground, squeezing my eyes shut tight until

him in the face...well...almost. Instead of

and with another quick move he spun me around until my

unbreakable grasp, and he

hands. I thought to

and all at once I dropped down, pressing my weight down as hard

all fours as his face was stunned at my skilled

I lifted myself off of the

while I was temporarily blinded, he lifted me off the ground and pressed me onto

I saw was his fine ass. Oops I'm

sorry at all, damn he had a nice

girl, even though