In Custody Novels & Stories

My Alpha boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, Yvonne Harper, and I were stuck at the police station, waiting for bail. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the gray-tiled floor. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, ears flattened, tail lashing. I wasn’t the type to get arrested—Yvonne, though? She practically had a VIP seat here. Then, the scent of pine and warm musk filled the air. Alpha Jackson stormed in. His amber eyes locked onto mine, and for a fleeting second, I thought—he’s here for me.

Of course he was. He always slipped through the cracks. Like smoke. Like rot that never fully burned away. Director Collins appeared out of the chaos, jacket torn, hair disheveled, eyes sharp despite the madness. “You’re coming with us,” he said. “All of you.” Adrian stiffened. “Like hell she is.” “This isn’t custody,” Collins snapped. “It’s protection.” I laughed. It came out brittle. “That’s what everyone keeps calling cages.” Collins met my gaze, something like regret flickering there before it vanished. “You don’t understand how bad this is.”

My phone buzzed one more time. Unknown number. I opened it, dreading what I'd find. A photo. Nel, sitting in what looked like a storage unit. He was unharmed, but his eyes were red from crying. A newspaper lay beside him—today's paper, proof he was alive. Below the photo: 'Federal holding. Cell block C. Come alone, or you'll never see him again. - R' Richard wanted me to come to him. In custody, surrounded by federal agents, and he still thought he was in control.

"Oh, the classic 'somebody planted it' defense. Very original for a billionaire's son. You think a federal judge is going to buy that?" "That's enough, Richard," Asher says, his soft voice cutting through his partner's aggression with authority. Asher turns back to me, a look of professional regret on his face. "Mr. Logan, given the quantity of the substance and the fact that you transported it across state lines from California to Washington, D.C., this falls strictly under federal jurisdiction. You are being placed under federal custody, pending a formal arraignment." An hour later, I am processed and locked in a cold, dim holding cell. The reality of the bars and the concrete walls is sta

"Fight for custody? You? You're unemployed and have a criminal record. Do you really think the court would give you his custody?" Just then, a police car pulled up to the curb. Two officers stepped out and headed straight for Jack. "Jack Hudson, you're under arrest for your involvement in William Lewis' tax evasion and asset transfer scheme." His face went pale, legs shaking beneath him. "I'm not going! I'm innocent! Save me, Suzanna!" I felt nothing as I watched Jack being shoved into the police car. Too little, too late. His love meant nothing now.

Cat needed to be locked up for a very long time. At least they’d taken her into custody. With any luck, she would spend the rest of her life in prison. If Trent ever saw her again, he might just kill the bitch himself. The approach of footsteps had him looking up again, hoping it was the nurse. But it wasn’t. It was two police officers. He was certain they’d want to ask him questions about what he saw and whether or not it could’ve been Cat. He was sure now that it was, and he’d do whatever it took to get her thrown in the slammer forever.

he swallows as he looks up into my eyes. “How can he be in custody but not with the police? I don't think the FBI would take over a simple kidnapping case.” I question. Jet nods, “That is correct but he is in custody and being kept in a secret cell by one of my men I hired. It's at a nearby warehouse near the townhouse but he is being kept in the same way you were kept except for the other parts.”

“Will she be released until the trial, on bail or something?” “That is something that still needs to be worked out between myself and Chief Oskin,” James replied. “She is still in custody. She has been given the impression that she is being released. Her phone has been confiscated, though. Once it is processed, we can figure out where to go from there. When I’m done here with you, I have to go to the station and discuss it with Oskin.” Joyce: “I understand. You never know when your phone might be tapped. You’ll keep me in the loop, though, right?”

I asked him when we were in bed. He sighed. “I have no intentions of talking about this, right now, please. Let's just go to bed.” His sharp response did not faze me. “Your guards are in prison because of it. Won't you at least try to get them out?” “They’re not really in prison. They’re just in custody until the test results come out.” “They don't deserve any kind of breach of freedom if you believe they're innocent. Why are you acting like none of this concerns you?”

I sighed, missing her company that I rather enjoyed for the last two days. I walked over to the prisoner and stared at him until he looked up and his eyes met mine. "You will be traveling with us, you will bare witness to the king and queen to the mistreatment of their daughter. Do you understand me?" I said with authority, he grimaced at me and replied with a reluctant 'yes'