Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

"Move everyone to the rear of the house. Clear the hallway and entry. I don't give a fuck how you do it. Do it now!" His commands had momentarily sucked the air from the room. We all stood in silence as the receiver slammed against the telephone. With his hands now secure, Bryce turned toward Suzanna. "Mom, I didn't. You know I wouldn't." He turned my way. "Alex, you know me. Remember what I told you about the last time I was arrested. I can't do this again." His pleas went toward Alton. "Get me out of there. Don't let me spend the night."

I feel sorry for him, Ashton makes me feel sorry for him; he's slouched in the waiting room chair because they're accusing him of being a child abuser? "Absolutely sure," I assure him. "When can I see my son?" "We'll let you know." I push the door back to the waiting room with fury. Ashton doesn't even look at me; he must know what they asked me if they've already confronted him, and it saddens me because he looks miserable. He looks colder, darker, his tattoos seem to have become even blacker. I sink into the chair next to him, and I can see his jaw clench with anger.

Adnar stayed by my side through all of it, supporting me even though I knew he thought this was a terrible idea. The night before the press conference I was going over my notes one final time when my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. I almost ignored it, assuming it was another reporter trying to get an early comment. But something made me open it. The message contained no words, just a photo. Alexander sleeping in his bassinet beside my hospital bed, the angle suggesting it had been taken from the doorway. Below the photo was a single line of text. "Drop the lawsuit or your son dies. Aston"

I beg, but before he can even unbutton my pants, someone opens the door and walks inside, making me gasp in horror. "Remington... oh—Ivy," Beta Francis gulps with eyes wide open in shock, knowing he just caught something forbidden. Politically, at least. Remington lets out a stressed breath out but I relax a bit because I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have a Beta he doesn't trust all the way, "This is urgent. Your son has been arrested... well, detained." WHAT?!

"What? D-dad..what is this?!" Jake yelled as the policemen brought out their cuffs and walked to the bed. Mrs Bryan ran to her husband's side, "W-what are you doing? You're arresting our son." Jake was handcuffed to the bed since he wasn't stable yet and his injuries weren't healed at all. "Dad, what is this?!" Jake continued to rant as he yanked against the cuff, "What is this?!!" "Stop creating a scene," one of the policemen spoke "This is a hospital, not your company."

"Now that my son is bitten, I need to take him to the hospital to get a tetanus shot. You’ll have to pay for it." When Jackson saw how much of a scoundrel the bald man was, he got pissed. "Before I get any angrier, you’d better take your son and piss off! Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you!” When the bald man saw the cold chill in Jackson's eyes, he could not help but shiver. The man in front of him did not look like someone he should mess with, so after weighing his options, he bitterly took his son and left. After the bald man walked far away with the child, Jackson picked up the ball and handed it back to Leo. When he did that, Leo looked at Jackson with admiration. "Mister, are you a police

Seeing that Zach was almost strangled to death, Wesley waved his hand. “Take them away! They must be punished by law! He must not die here!” A few inspectors stormed in and grabbed the father and son, taking them away. Naturally, Wesley had already contacted the police before coming here. Soon after, he and his men left the scene. The people present looked at Harvey, perplexed. Consultant York?! This man’s identity was terrifying! Even Mandy was shocked by Harvey. She couldn’t believe that her husband had become Buckwood government’s very own consultant!

“We’ve checked the entire property, sir. Your son isn’t here.” Luke’s blood boiled with fury. At that moment, Luke wanted to go to Celine’s house and murder her. “Calm down, my boy. We’ll soon find him,” said Grandpa. Officer O’Neil came striding towards them. “We’ve found your son, Mr. Sylvester. We’ve captured the GMC Sierra he was in at the Smith Clove Road and Falkirk Avenue crossing. The traffic police are on their way here. Your son was unconscious when we rescued him.”

She had sadness in her eyes as she talked about it. Jason sighed. “You don't need to feel guilty anyway,” he told her. “No one has to feel responsible just because the boy doesn’t want to see things as they really are.” He was talking about the situation of Amber and Peter's father, who was being held in a high-security prison for several crimes he committed. Peter Morton was a child at the time, so he may not have understood what was happening and ended up throwing a tantrum, but that was no reason for him to continue with those stupid ideas, and on top of that, he wanted to involve my daughter in this whole mess.

Taking a deep breath, I turned off the cooker and turned to face him. I swallowed before I was able to say something. "Okay. Spill the beans. What have you done this time around?" I asked him. " Forgive me honey. I've been a bad father but this one is just too much. I'm sorry I accepted but I didn't have any other choice.... they could have locked me up by now." Dad started. I looked at him, confused. What's he saying? " Who's gonna get you arrested?" "The sheriff's son...Albert..."