Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to know if my son was okay. Suddenly, two men in black suits approached us. "Mrs. Castle, I'm Detective Smith, and this is Detective Banks. We're with the FBI; we've been investigating your husband, Zeus, for the past forty-eight months," Detective Banks began, "We were closing in on a case when we heard open fire in your home and had to intervene, but when we arrived both Zeus and his son Reign were dead on sight. Do you happen to know anything about that?" I blinked in confusion, unable to look either one of them in the eyes, "My son is in an OR room being operated on because he was shot in the chest. Get away from me."

"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."

"Just be honest with us, Jay. We've been through thick and thin together, and if it weren't for you, all of us would've been dead by now, so you know we'd do everything to help you." Jay clutched their hands, tears of joy brimming in his eyes. "I'm so happy to hear this! I'll cut right to the chase, then. An arrogant young man has shown up this morning with Steven Woods and they have my son Connor arrested. My other son, Keith, tried to convince them to let him go, but the man challenged me to show up, claiming that he would not rest until he had the three of us arrested. Keith and Connor are both in his hands now, waiting for them to go rescue them…"

"Bucky is my son. Although he is not very close to me, I still see that he married you that year; it is not without feelings. But since he was young, he was influenced by the story of me and his father, so his personality is very quiet; there are many things he can only hide in his heart and not show on the outside. He has you in his heart, I can see that clearly. The past, no matter who is right or wrong, is all in the past; let the past sleep. You are still young, don't waste time on things that have passed. I hope you can give Bucky another chance."

I lowered my voice and said quickly, “I can talk freely now. No one’s around… Are you certain you can pull this off?” There was a short pause, then a quiet chuckle from his end. “Mrs. Buckman,” he said confidently, “I’ve been in this business for over twenty years. I have people… friends in the right places. Bringing your son back to New York after being restricted won’t be a problem at all. And clearing his name? That’s the easy part.” I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. I’d run out of options long ago. It felt like my son had been thrown to the wolves, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

he said. "Wait till she becomes a teenager," I smiled. "Oh I can wait. Not looking forward to that at all." I looked past him and at the tv. "The Falcon has been put in his cage," I read out. Daniel came and stood next to me saying, "Its a good thing they arrested that guy. His father was a legendary chess player, and he turned out to be a legendary criminal." I could hear him but I wasn't really listening. I read the headline and the main points a few times over, trying to make sense of it. They showed a footage of Jason being arrested. My heart ached at the sight of him, he looked horrible.

When he got home arrested, that's also to protect us. All this happened to him and we still managed to be asshats and give him the silent treatment. It's not his fault. Everything he did, everything that happened to him was for our safety and protection. I can't imagine what would've happened to us if he didn't do everything he could to protect us. "Where's my son?!" Sheriff Issac sprints toward us as we get up from our seats, "They took him to the emergency room. We can't go in," I explain,

"Excuse me?" I begin. "Is this your son, ma'am?" one asks my mom and she nods. She's frowning already. I don't know why, but I don't have a good feeling about this. "Blake Dawson, you are under arrest. You're being charged with attempted murder," the second officer says. "What?!" both dad and mom ask in unison as their jaws drop at the same time. This is the moment I never saw coming. I never expected this to happen to me. The first officer takes a step forward and reaches out to grab my arm but my dad steps in the way.

/ "I thought you had retired." / "I did, but you know I never back down. Still, I’ve been keeping quiet lately." / "That’s not what I heard. What the hell are you doing with my son in your house?" Braston asked, his voice cold as steel. The line went silent for a moment before Madock responded. / "So that baby is your son?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise. / "Yes. He was kidnapped, and I’m coming to get him."

My son, Luke, appeared too suddenly and caught me off guard. I had not brought him with me today. When William heard him call me “mommy,” he looked at us in disbelief. I pulled Luke closer and shielded him behind me as I looked at William with caution. I wanted to attend the event quietly, and yet, I had become the focus of the entire room. Luke was shy around strangers. He clutched my hand tightly, and his face flushed. His eyes shone with a mix of curiosity and unease.