Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

Wilbur said slowly, "That's not the issue. Your son broke the law, so no one can save him now." "I don't care! Let go of my son. I'll kill myself if my son goes to jail!" Susan cried in a frenzy. Wilbur shook his head and glanced at Elsa. "Take them away," ordered Elsa sternly. Jayden and the others were arrested. Susan rolled her eyes and passed out when she saw that.

I had a hunch that Jaxon was working for Harley, but that was not why I got him arrested. They had implanted a CCTV camera in my son's hospital room in case he got kidnapped, and Jaxon was seen in the camera pouring a powdery substance into my son's drip when Nikky was missing. I took it as evidence and reported it to the police, so he would rot in jail. “Did he work with Harley, or does he work alone," I asked myself, wanting to be sure; I looked at Burke, who looked depressed. I continued reading the letter, and surprisingly it had the answer to my question, it read;

“I cannot believe you’re taking the word of a luna who rejected your precious future alpha over me! Your son!” “She rejected me because she’s afraid of you!” I snarl, my wolf tired of this, when killing him is easier, and wastes less of our precious time. “You repugnant little—” “Enough!” My father bellows, his eyes closed, having a hard time remaining calm when we’re acting like…Children. “I’m sorry, Braddock, but the law makes my decision for me. You’re to be detained until we get to the bottom of this. Beta, gamma, please cuff my son.”

Larry asked further. “Yes, unfortunately his wife and kids are away for a vacation. But they will be back by this time tomorrow.” Henry said, scrolling across his phone to show Larry a video which was the pressing issue, about what Lucifer Morningstar’s son was involved in. The government was demanding that he release his son to the feds for them to handle his fuck up, a lot of victim families that were affected by the bombing at the club were all protesting, but he hasn’t made any move yet to provide the said son.

Lance and Jackson’s other son, Dax, had handled the Hudson account since Bruce’s parents died. “Look, I . . . got arrested.” “What?” he blurted. He had to have misheard him. “I said I got arrested.” “For what?” “Fighting in a nightclub in the Bronx.” “Where?” Jackson said in a high-pitched tone. “Jesus, man, are you going deaf? I said –” Bruce repeated loudly. “I heard you, Bruce. I just . . . never mind,” Jackson said as he sat up. “Which precinct are you at?”

“ Of course, we can't let her know about our little secrets, okay?” The kids nodded and stepped closer to him with their ears very sharp and ready to pick the words up. “ Okay. You guys remember Uncle Becker, don't you?” They nodded swiftly. “ And you also remember that I said your daddy went to keep ck his ass, didn't you?” “ We do. '' Zigfrid replied for both of them. “ Was our daddy arrested for kicking Uncle Becker's ass?” “ Smart little girl. Oh, yes. Your daddy, my friend, was arrested by the police because of that."

The guy drops to his knees, holding his now bleeding nose, and I haul off and deck him again for good measure. I may not have been able to knock him out, but damn, did it feel good. Still standing above him, I feel Jory come to stand beside me and look down at the man who gave him life, "You will be going away for a very long time. Not just for taking our son but for all the illegal business dealings that the FBI is now aware of. You will never see me again." Jory then spits on his father, grabs my hand, and turns us around to where Knox and Merrick are standing. Knox is holding the baby carrier, and I rush over to him. As I pull Jordan from the carrier, the runway fills up with police cars

But after waiting fruitlessly, unable to reach him by phone, they'd come searching themselves. The sight that greeted them was their son, hands cuffed, soot-streaked, being hauled away, and the charred shell of what had once been a luxury car. Nick's mother let out a piercing scream. "Nick! What's happening? Who are you people? Why are you arresting my son?"

“Lock down the city. Every exit path, every airport, every port. I want checkpoints, I want monitoring feeds pulled in real-time. My son is missing.” “Yes, sir.” I hung up before he could reply and turned back to Sonia. Her face was pale, her body shaking. I pulled her into my chest. “I won’t let him take Lucas from you,” I said furiously, my jaw pressed against her hair. “Not in court. Not in life. Not ever.” But even as I held her, my chest ached. Because this wasn’t just her kid anymore. He was mine too in every way that mattered. Naomi’s voice broke through the storm. “The school said someone came with identification. Someone Lucas trusted enough to walk away with.”

,I order. "We were held at Joker compound your men let us out so we followed them here. Heard Dane was here so we came",I sighed. "He is sedated getting medical care",I look them over. "We found Ryder his son",I froze as the memory of Joker saying he killed him runs through my head. "Joker said he killed him",they all froze and looked back as a three year old ran up to me. "Daddy, he whimpers, I want daddy",I quickly scooped him up and ran for the hospital hoping this was his boy and it would help him. Busting through the doors his men gasp so I feel happiness.