Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

I pressed the defibrillators on his chest and he inhaled deeply. The siren alarm ceased and it went back to normal, Nico began to breathe normally and my lips curved into a smile. I looked at my Dad and Patricia and they smiled at me as well, they were happy too that Nico had come back to us. Our parents walked to me and we hugged so tightly.The only person who was missing in the ground hug was Nico… The wooden mahogany door clicked open and the Beta with his son Luke walked inside. "Alpha, we were able to arrest some soldiers and they are in the dungeon waiting for questioning.Everything is in place now, our warriors have defeated the enemies."The beta explained to my father and he nodded.

As soon as we arrived at Arthur's school, John and Bryan stayed in the car, and I ran towards the principal's office, but when I got there, to my surprise, my parents were here too. "Hi, can I help you?" The principal spoke seeing me. "I came to pick up Arthur Muller, they called me informing me that he was not well." I replied ignoring the presence of the two who were looking at me. "And you are his what?" The principal asked. "Because they are his grandparents and they said they came to get him!" She explained, and then I stared at the two in disbelief. What do you mean, they came to pick up my son? Even more so without telling me?

A week ago. Brenda was standing on my front porch. "Harper! You need to get out here and deal with this!" She was holding Tiffany in her arms. The girl was covered in bruises, looking like she’d just come from the emergency room. "Your bodybuilder son did this!" Brenda’s voice could shatter glass. Her scream shattered a rare moment of peace. I had just closed a major deal. "My son never left the house." "Don’t play dumb with me!" Tiffany lifted her head weakly, tears in her eyes. "Last night… in the backyard… Cooper… he… he was terrifying."

“We’re making sure you’re safe. Nothing to worry about. You’ll be fine. I promise.” His eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t protest further. I caught a flash of worry in his eyes. He was only four, but he already seemed to carry too much. At the hospital, I carried him inside, voice firm. “He slipped at home. Please check him immediately.” The nurses whisked him away efficiently. Minutes later, one returned. “No injuries,” she said with a reassuring smile. “He just needs rest. You can keep him here a bit before discharge.”

“No, he did not. The trouble came looking for him.” Just as Zren was about to ask again, she saw Xhyne walking out of the entrance with a group of kids following him. In front of the group was another kid with a tall huge build wrapping his arms around her son’s neck whispering something on Xhyne’s ears. Meanwhile, Xhyne only acted indifferent and put on a nonchalant face as if he didn’t care about them. He kept walking and ignoring the other kid who was about to explode. “Who’s that rude kid? Is he looking for a beating?” Zren’s mood immediately changed when she saw her son being treated badly.

Carlos said, eyeing his father cautiously. "Which is?" Gabriel asked, expecting his son to say a sales rep or something. "Well, that is, a security guard." "What?!" Gabriel exclaimed appalled. "Are you out of your senses?" "Nope." Carlos answered simply. "Carlos, if this is one of your schemes."

He looked up at me woefully and asked, "Mom, why did Dad say that I could just die?" Try as I might, I couldn't find the words to say. I didn't know how to explain this to Oscar. Joel hung up, and Terry looked down at me with disdain. "You heard him. Take your child and leave. Stop embarrassing yourself here." Just then, I saw Heather appear at the doorway with Dr. Frank Lamere. My eyes lit up, and I ran over with Oscar in my arms. "Dr. Lamere, please, look at my son! Dr. Jacquez refused to admit him and insisted that he wasn't sick. But I think he has acute aortic dissection."

The same eyes found mine. And froze. Just for a second. But I saw it. My stomach dropped. “This is Dr. Marcus Fernandez Hesse,” the director continued proudly. “Renowned neurosurgeon, entrepreneur, and head of Hesse Biotech, our partner for this project.” Hesse. The name hit like a punch. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as realization crashed down on me in sickening clarity. Hesse. Jeremy’s dad. My breath caught, my hands trembling beneath the table. I couldn’t look away from him, and he couldn’t look away from me. The room buzzed with polite applause, but all I could hear was blood roaring in my ears.

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?

he asked, his tone deep with sighs. "It's because of my dad! I don't want him to go to jail, so I'd rather do this than see him suffer inside prison." "I don't understand. Why would Uncle Oliver go to jail? Did he do something wrong?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows. "He owes a lot to Uncle Richard. Even I was puzzled. I was also wondering why he would have daddy jailed even though they are friends. But your dad said that what daddy doing is an addiction, and putting him in jail is the only solution."