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,

raised me completely off the ground and spun me around in

movement he sat me on the ground in my

as I struggled to stand up

lunged out at thin air,

dizzy feeling began to very slowly fade

and gave a sharp tug, and sent me

the ground, squeezing my eyes shut tight until the dizziness went away, and

striked him

another quick move he spun me around until my back

an unbreakable grasp, and he

hands. I thought

I dropped down,

his face

proudly up at him as I lifted myself off of the

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

his fine ass. Oops

wasn't sorry at all, damn

a little girl, even though I