In Custody Novels & Stories

I didn’t look up immediately. I already knew. Margaret. Her presence had become… grounding. She stepped in quietly, closing the door behind her. For a moment, she didn’t speak. She just looked at me carefully. Like she was trying to figure out what to say. Or what not to say. “He’s been officially detained at a cell now..” she said finally. My eyes lifted slightly. “Aiden.” The name felt distant. “He’s in custody,” she continued. “And there no chance of getting out this time.”

hanging above it and shoved the key in, instantly pulling Terra in as he opened the door. They had recently used this building for a stakeout, per favor of the owner. He was grateful now that he has not yet returned the key. He was sure the owner would not mind. The second they passed the threshold, Terra yanked hard against his hand, breaking the light grip he had on her. “This is kidnapping. I could charge you.” Logan found the light switch of the small office space, which instantly flicked on and illuminated the small space in a low glow. “Okay, and as you do so, you will be arrested for your charges of car theft, disturbing the peace, kidnapping, and attempted murder.”

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.

A man grabbed me from behind, and others moved toward Liam. "Get out!" I yelled at him. He only paused for a second, before he nodded and took off out the side door. It was already too late for me, but he didn't need this on his record when he went to petition for custody of Bri. The clicking of the metal cuffs being placed on my wrists sent a moment of fear and panic through me. I was dragged to the main part of the warehouse, where I saw others on their knees in a line, cuffed. The man next to me looked livid.

"Hired guns. We're running their prints now. Probably connected to Michael's operation." "He really tried to have me killed." "Yes. Which makes our case stronger. Attempted murder. Conspiracy. He's not getting bail after this." "What time is it?" "Five thirty. Hearing's at nine." "I need to be there." "You need rest." "I need to see his face when they deny him bail." Raines studied him. "Alright. But you're staying in protective custody until then." They put Nickey in a holding room. Not a cell. Just a room with a couch and a TV. An officer stood outside.

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.”