Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

Blake asked in disbelief. “Well, I know you are my son which makes you naturally stubborn, that’s why I have decided to put you on house arrest starting today.” Braxton threatened. “HOUSE ARREST? You must be kidding.” Blake scoffed in disbelief as he angrily stood up and dashed out of the office only to return a minute later after being stopped by the guards. “Dad, what the f*ck is going? Are you really putting those losers up to this?” He wondered in disbelief.

The heartless businessman asked, squinting his eyes towards the name card, identifying the ranking official. “How much what? Do you think this is about money? Ha! I’m afraid it isn’t as simple as showing your face, the young man is in a lot of trouble and wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.” “I don’t care what the heck you think he did, now let me see him.” “Sure… right this way.” Frazer sneered, leading the father to his son. “What the f*** is going on here, get my boy out of there right now!” Jason Lancer roared, cursing the surrounding officers seeing the haggard state Jake was in behind the holding cell bars.

his father urged and he took the call immediately. “Hello, this is Inspector Yusulf on the line. I’m calling to inform you about the suspect in our custody, Mr. Jerry Okonkwo who was arrested for the kidnap of your child. Earlier this morning he was diagnosed with food poisoning and he is now at the Bulu central hospital receiving treatment. He has requested your presence and we would require you to be there to hear what he has to say,” the voice sounded from the phone. His eyes bulged and he swallowed hard immediately.

The cuffs go on, his wrist pops out of place, and he screams in pain. Ian's face lit up. "Kyle, Nick, my boys, that's what I'm talking about!" Ian extends his hand to Kyle as he approaches him. Kyle accepts his hand, twists it, and puts it behind his back. "Ian Steel, you are also under arrest." Ian struggles to get away from his son, only to help him with getting his other hand. The cuffs go over his wrists with a loud clank-click. "What is this? Some kinda joke? Well, it isn't very fucking funny! Take these damn cuffs off me, Kyle!"

Jillian Woods hadn't even finished hosting her grandson's one-month celebration before she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a side room, her grip tight, almost desperate. "Ms. McCoy, please! You've got to help us. The Buckleys are about to fall apart." "What?" Before I could react, she reached up and yanked the glittery headband off my head. "The Buckleys' second son passed away this morning. Sigh, he was so young… He was supposed to get married next month. His body's barely gone cold. They just want you to help leave behind a child. Otherwise, the Buckley bloodline ends here."

"Take him in with the rest. Let him cool off!" The police cars pulled away, sirens wailing. The hallway finally went quiet. I took Ryan back inside. The moment the door closed, Ryan wrapped his arms around me and burst into tears. I rubbed his back, and I couldn't hold back my own tears either. In this life, I had finally protected my son.

I answered, my fingers tightening around the handle of the spoon until my knuckles turned white. A cold tightness settled in my chest, bringing back the panic I had tried so hard to push down. Yesterday still felt like a bad dream that had followed me into the daylight—Jace Kingston, standing right there in my art room. He had changed, with broader shoulders and a sharper jaw, wearing an expensive-looking suit. But the look in his cold, ice-blue eyes when he recognized me had cut straight through years of carefully built walls. "He knows you're here," Dad continued, his expression grim. "And it's only a matter of time before he finds out about the boy. After what his family put you through b

Then suddenly, Cayden’s phone rang. He stood up, stepping away to answer it. His expression changed almost immediately. “What? When?” he said sharply. He turned his back on us, listening carefully, then muttered something under his breath before hanging up. When he came back, his face said it all. “What happened?” I asked quickly. He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s your father. They almost caught him, but he escaped again.” Mom’s face went pale. “Escaped? How could they let something like that happen?”

For a second, I again thought about the probability of Zack listening to his father again. "My mother would feel very happy. And about the letter..." he paused and looked at Jason with a smirk on his lips. "Sorry to say but I'm the one who has sent it." Jason sniggered. A look of pure hatred adorned Hector's face, he threw his fist at Jason and before it could touch my stupid husband's pretty face, Zack stopped the fist with his hand. The conference door burst open, the cops came in. Zack handed over the Pendrive to them and the cops arrested Hector and took him away while he shouted, "I will see your end. I'm not one to rot in jail."

the butler said and Jake just glared at him. Just then a young man in a tuxedo, who seemed to be in his late twenties, stepped in. "So?" Jake immediately walked towards him. "There is a CCTV camera that captured him being abducted by a brunette, here it is," the man spoke in a hoarse voice as he handed a tablet to Jake. A video was playing on the tablet. A video of a brunette carrying his son and walking away with him into a narrow street. "Why the hell are you still here Steve?" Jake turned to the man and asked as he was done watching the video.