Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

he says when he pulls away from me. “I love you too." I kiss his cheek. “If you guys are done, I have something to tell you." We are both startled by the sudden voice and I look behind Adrian to see Jason in the doorway. “What is it?” Adrian asks as he sits next to me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him. “That guy who helped your father has been arrested for kidnapping and attempted murder. I don’t think he will come out of jail anytime soon,” Jason says. “I will make sure of it,” Adrian says through gritted teeth. I place my hand over him to calm him down. He looks at me and sighs heavily.

What was not mine to bear, I refused to bear. Lillian was furious and lunged to grab me, but Neil shoved her aside. “Don’t you dare touch my mom!” “Touch her and see what happens.” Linden also wanted to step forward, but when he met William’s gaze, he immediately backed down. Before long, the police arrived, and the assistant brought Lillian’s son over. He was thin and frail, and he bore an uncanny resemblance to Lillian. “Do you see that? That’s your son, Ben Reyes.”

"She got caught in a fight. Some stupid stuff between gangs." Amelia leaned forward. "That explains the nightmares. The way she jumps at loud noises." Her words seemed to make him feel a little safer. "Some guy from the Cobras MC club killed her. And he's still alive." His voice was full of anger he was trying to hide. "My kid saw enough of it to mess her up for life." The words hit Amelia hard. She knew it was something bad. But hearing it was so much worse. Her chest felt tight. She felt sad for Deacon and Lily. "Lily saw it happen?"

I swallowed hard. “What was the reason you called me?” Bruce didn’t answer. He just stared at me coldly. Then he smiled. A mocking smile. My heart dropped. A terrible feeling rose inside my chest. I knew the answer I was about to hear wouldn’t be something I wanted. “Alpha,” Bruce said slowly, “welcome.” “How was the snow festival?” My jaw clenched. I shook him roughly. “Answer me!” I roared. Bruce’s smile widened slightly. “Oh,” he said sarcastically, “I called the Alpha that night so you could come pick up your beloved son’s cold body.”

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel sweat breaking out on my neck. For the first time in my adult life, I had completely lost my composure. "I am seven years old, Silas Mercer. You do the math." I stood up so abruptly my chair scraped loudly against the floor. I didn't need a DNA test. The proof was sitting right there, wearing a backpack and judging me with my own eyes. This boy, this brilliant, terrifying little boy... is my son. I'm already a father?

"Tell me what I need to do." "I'm no lawyer, Mr. Sidorov." Simpson's tone becomes more careful, professional. "I'm just a guy trying to help. This is a very unique case and I'm sure there will be some bureaucracy involved, but if you agree—" "I agree." I grip the phone tighter, my hand trembling with adrenaline. Every second we waste talking is another second my son is alone, confused, probably scared. "I will do anything for my son. Where is he now?" "He's at the Vorobev residence, just outside Boston."

“It can’t be worth two bucks.” Bobby gave a sheepish shrug. “We plug it in when we hang down here, so nobody upstairs hears us talking.” While the kid’s father chewed the boy out, Jack could only shake his head. He couldn’t believe Blackwell was out there while he was wasting his time on two-bit stuff like this. At least he was almost done with the case. Go back to the office, have the other kids and their parents called in, make the arrests. Maybe that would put him back into Bing’s good graces again.

He held the door handle and leaned forward. “Please let me drive you there” “I’m afraid you’ll have second thoughts when the time comes” Buck closed his eyes gritting his teeth. He’s tempted to have second thoughts but he’s not ready to face his Poison’s hatred for the rest of his life. “I promise you” Poison stared at Buck for a long time and nodded his head. Buck heaved a sigh and drove to Susan’s warehouse. “Poison! Susan kidnapped a three year old boy” “What? Lucien said it’s Zara”

"Dad, who did they arrest?" "I don't have a name yet," Dad answers, his breathing heavy over the line. "Becker just called me from the precinct. They picked him up near the industrial docks on an outstanding warrant, and his prints matched a partial lift from Bryce's apartment. Becker is already on his way down there." "I'm coming too," I say immediately, not giving him a chance to object. I hang up, spin on my heel, and grab my jacket off the back of the sofa. Elena looks up from the bed, her mischievous mood vanishing instantly as she sees the serious panic written across my face.

"This is your fault! You killed him!" He scrambled to his feet and charged at me like a madman. "Your son didn't die, so why did mine? This is your fault! You did this!" I backed away, shielding Elliot. The officers moved in and restrained Owen. He thrashed against them, his hair wild and disheveled. "Let me go! I'm going to kill him! He killed my son!" "Calm down!" The officers wrestled him down. I held Elliot close and stared at Owen coldly.