Bucky's Son Arrested Novels & Stories

“It's my son.” My whisk on the batter stilled. Becky rarely talked about her son. It was half because their relationship was strained and also because she thought it was her fault. She never told me what caused their rift and I never asked as it was a sore subject. “He's.. getting into a lot of trouble lately.” she paused and rubbed her hands together in a way that I could only describe as anxiety. “Last night, I got a call from my sister telling me he was arrested at a party for fighting and destroying properties.”

So its not important to indulge them more. ....... Not too long after Bella's interview, Butch was released as he was cleared of all charges. Bella arranged this as well. "Dad" Micah rushed to his dad who looked haggard and lost. But when he saw Micah, his relief was palpable. "Micah, you are awake" the father and son hugged each other. Micah pulled back and started speaking. "Dad, I am temporarily impaired of hearing. Doctors were saying that I might recover soon. So whatever you have to say, you can type it here" he said and offered his mobile to Butch.

We must have been flashed by every speed camera we went through but Sid didn’t care; he knew Jake would deal with it once the dust was settled. Once we arrived, we were greeted by Uncle Nick and another young boy. He couldn’t have been any older than thirteen at the most, he had long ginger hair that was tied back in a ponytail. I couldn’t help the chuckled snort that left me while noticing how the young boy copied every move Uncle Nick made. “Who’s he?” Benson asked while accepting a hug from Uncle Nick. “He is the son of Alpha Rick’s Gamma. William and Alpha Rick thought it would be a good idea to have him learn about being a gamma from me. Bloody morons will pay for it though, can’t even

"Mr. Maddox, it seems you didn't catch my meaning. Tell me what you know, and your little boy overseas can keep enjoying his sweet life. Don't tell me, and his good times end right there." When she said that, Huck strained against the cuffs. "What are you trying to do? I don't care what I've done—you can't go after my son! How can you call yourself a cop?" "Are you giving me lectures?" Aria looked amused. "Who said I was a cop from outside Portfall?"

"Check the surveillance footage yourself! See how the three boys pressed that boy's head against the drain, then tell me whether you still think it's just an accident!" Greg glanced at Andy, who looked visibly guilty, before slowly pulling out a debit card. "So what do you want, then? Justice? Well, let me tell you something. In this world, justice favors those who have more money and a higher social status!" He took a step forward and brandished the card at me, almost poking me in the nose with it. "Do you know who my son is? His mother, Lena Webster, is the only daughter of the chairman of Webster Group!

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.