With your hands holding your sneakers, your feet caressing the soft sand of the beach and your hair blowing in the evening wind, you found yourself on the shore of the sea, from time to time the water touched the tips of your feet.

This was your honeymoon, you had married a very powerful gangster but minutes before they had argued and you left the hotel.

"Did you think you could escape from me?" a male voice whispered, placing his hands on your waist.