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.

shrieked as suddenly my feet weren't touching the soft sand, instead they were flying through

completely off the ground and

me on the

I struggled

air, he had slid by

to very slowly

gave a

until the

fists out and striked him in

another quick move he spun me around until my back

unbreakable grasp,

hands. I thought to

all at once I dropped down, pressing my weight down

as his face was stunned at my

I lifted myself off of the beach

temporarily blinded, he lifted me off

saw was his fine ass. Oops I'm staring at

sorry at all, damn he had a nice

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