Author: Forever Squishy PM
Raisa had a troubled childhood, full of foster homes and crime. Now an adult, she uses the friends she made to her advantage to improve the lives of others while working full-time at a cafe. But what will happen when forgotten pieces of her past return?Rated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 7 - Words: 10,183 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 03-07-10 - Published: 10-30-08 - id: 2590258
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"Hold still and shut up, will you?" Raisa growled, annoyed, holding a rather vile smelling man around the neck with her right arm, her left reaching for the rope she knew was behind her.
"Like I'm going down that easy," his voice was rough and broken, though airier than usual as he thrashed against Raisa's arm, successfully cutting of his own air supply.
"Actually, you are," she said, hooking her leg around his and twisting his arms back, as he fell forward, successfully pinning him. "Hey, someone want to come cuff this guy for me? You took my last set." Raisa yelled towards the door.
"What's the word?" a gruff voice came from outside.
"How the hell should I know, you never told me dumbass!"
Hearing this, a group of officers came bursting in, guns at the ready. "Where are the rest?" the foremost cop, a stout clean-shaven slightly pig-like man asked, looking around warily.
"There are none, now come cuff this guy, he's a pain in the ass."
"I thought you said there was a huge drug bust," the cop growled.
"There is," Raisa stood up as the cop cuffed the dealer.
"Then why is there only one dealer?" the cop was getting exasperated.
"'Cause he was the only one here." She shrugged.
"Then why did you request so many men?" Now he was down-right pissed.
"Look in the boxes." She motioned with her head. "Some head honcho died and they were planning on starting an all-out war over who got his merch. And don't you dare tell me we could've used it to catch more dealers, I don't want a war on my hands and neither do you. Oh, and can I have my cuffs back? It would make things so much easier, I'm sick of having to wait for you guys."
"Mensch, give her your cuffs." A small man shuffled forward, holding a set of handcuffs at arms length.
"I don't bite ya know." The officer jumped, his eyes moving shiftily as if waiting for an ambush. "Chief, are you sure your man's okay?" Raisa asked, reaching for the cuffs slowly, trying not to startle the man.
"He's fine, just shell-shocked, he's never even been within five yards of you before. You seem to be quite intimidating to any who haven't seen how harmless you are," he rolled his eyes.
Raisa just scoffed and pushed her way through the crowd of officers, disappearing behind a stack of crates.
The officers had just started taking stock of the crates, unstacking and counting them when a crash came from an untouched corner, crates crashing to the floor. Seconds later, a large beefy man was pushed forward, hands cuffed behind his back, blood running down his chin. Raisa emerged behind him, looking smug. "I think you forgot to check the area." She pushed the man again two officers coming to retrieve him. Walking forward, Raisa turned to the nearest cop, holding out her hand. "Cuffs." He reached for his belt, reluctantly placing the item in her hand. Giving him a tight-lipped smile as thanks, Raisa pushed her way through the migrating officers for the second time, finally ready to go home.
"Harmless my ass" a faint mutter came from Mensch.
I completely overhauled this. I hope it's better than before.