Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

Now, he finally wanted to be here with his son, but he couldn't find him anywhere. Bruce sagged to the ground on the side of the path, burying his face in his hands. He was just now realizing that some wounds don't just fade away. They're recorded, one by one, tallied up like a debt. Waiting for the day it all comes due, with interest. As evening fell, he saw a mother and son by a restaurant. The mother wore a white shirt; the pup had a blue backpack. They looked just like Avril and Leo from behind.

“Don’t pull into the gas station. Turn around. Take me back right now.” My driver, James Lapman, did not question me. He simply found a path and made the turn. He pressed the accelerator to the floor and sped back as fast as the car would go. In another hour, my son, Billy Smith, would livestream his suicide attempt online. The last time around, he had been wailing in the livestream with such raw anguish that anyone watching would have believed I had been abusing him behind closed doors. However, only I knew the truth. I had nearly bled to death giving birth to him. Since then, he had been the center of my world. I gave him everything he wanted and never once raised my voice at him.

I inquired as I couldn't deny the fact that he would get pissed that I didn't kill him. "The killers thought he was dead when he stopped breathing so they threw him off the car but I don't know how he managed to get to the hospital" I divulged as he gulped down three shots of whiskey at once as he orders, "I want to know if you have a hold on Eaton continue your story" "Is meeting my father the right option at this time?" I muttered to myself as I continued telling the tale from where I stopped, FLASHBACK

He collected his thoughts and answered calmly, "He was meant to die. If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have made it past seven days." Chad then took a stretch, turned on the loudspeaker mode on his phone, and went to wash up in the bathroom. "My son was only in his thirties. His health can't be that bad." Moris was shocked by what Chad told him and wanted to argue. However, Chad interrupted him and said patiently, "What's so impossible? Even newborns can get leukemia. What more your son? "Oh, right! There's a human trafficker called Alexander Putnam. Your son has been hanging out with him. Did you know that?

“Like a puppy who’s already naked.” “Stop talking. I’m gonna throw up.” “What are you gonna do?” Zia asked, tugging me up to my feet like I was a corpse in gym class. “You can’t go. That’s the Alpha. That’s Lucian’s father. That’s the man who runs this fucking bloodline.” “Maybe he just wants to talk to me about my grades,” I said, even though my voice cracked halfway through the sentence and I knew it was a lie. I was delusional.

My parents have been desensitized to shocking information, and being told Quinn is having my baby is nothing compared to getting a call that Bobby has been arrested for the fifth time. “Archie,” Mom’s voice comes through my voicemail. “Call me when you can. Bobby relapsed, and I don’t know where he is.”

Alex, Adrian and I stood at the entrance of the station while Mum and Dad rushed to the counter, they were speaking with an officer who later went to open the cell door. Alex held my hand as we walked closer to them. “You need to check on your son.” The officer said. “Are you sure he is okay?” Dad flared up, but he gritted his teeth and balled his hands. “May I know the issue and the reason you arrested my son?” “We didn’t arrest him.” Another officer said as he came over. “He appeared outdoors this morning and claimed to have killed Ana Fredrick.” Alex and Arnold gasped behind me, I turned to Adrian, he was just sitting there and looking into space. “No, Adrian was not a murderer.”

"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 don't need it, and I don't want it, but I'd like us to do something together. Do you expect to always live off something illegal? You won't leave anything for your son that way." Architecture is not something that excites me; I study it because I know I can't live off illegal boxing, especially with Owen; I need to give him a future because mine doesn't matter to me. But getting into some shitty business with my father? With this useless guy? "What?" I ask. "A dealership. Lucy's parents have some contacts, and they'll help us. I know it will work, and I've changed; I'm not who I used to be, and I'd like us to reconnect. Lucy would like to meet you and meet Owen."

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"