Lil Mosey Jail Novels & Stories

"Weren't you so arrogant before? What? Cat got your tongue now?" When she first returned to the country, she taunted me over and over. I used to argue with her, unable to hold back my anger. But four years in the basement had stripped me of my pride and dignity. There was nothing left to defend. "Ms. Allen, I wish you and Mr. Morris a happy life together." Rachel narrowed her eyes, a smug smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you finally understand your place. If you dare go after Jacob again, I'll make sure you rot in that basement for the rest of your life."

Just then, his phone rang, the melody soft and melodic. It was Jessica. "Dad, the press conference went horribly wrong, and Mom's been arrested. Please, bring a lawyer and bail her out." Jessica's frantic voice came through, panicked and tearful. - It was late at night when Harry arrived outside the police station. He came with the lawyer to bail Lilian out. Lilian's face was pale—this was her first time in a police station. "Honey, please let me explain—" But before she could finish, Harry slapped her across the face.

more hands pull me back and I see uncle Dez try to pry my fingers off of Allison’s neck to no avail. “Mijo, let go. This isn’t what I want for you,” I hear Mr Lopez quietly, next to my ear. “You’ll end up in jail. How will you see your family and friends?” “I’m better off in jail,” I gritted my teeth, tightening my fingers the more uncle Dez managed to pull one or two. “Jesus Christ, a little help would be nice,” he yells. I smiled, watching fear in her red teary eyes.

The rest of the group members chimed in, “You stole luxury goods from the mall and damaged public property. You need to pay us $100,000, or we won’t let this slide!” “You dined in our restaurant and skipped out on the bill. The total bill was $8,888. Settle it now!” The victims were worried that I would deny everything. They even set up camera stands and livestreamed everything. “Everyone, look here! Lydia is the deadbeat who owes us money and a life!” As accusations were thrown around, a shadow of doubt crossed my mind. Why were they looking for me even after I had been locked up in police custody for three days?

He needed divine intervention to win Elizabeth's case against the Taylor family's elite lawyers. Mr Sharp went to the police station to press charges against Jamie and Lily. The police officers found Jamie at the Havana Club. He was arrested in front of his lover, who had been taking care of him for years. After Jamie was arrested, Detective Stevens went to police custody to meet the suspects. Lily was brought to the interrogation room to meet Detective Stevens. She had puffy red eyes and her face was haggard. She was cursing the day she started drinking alcohol. If she were sober, she would never have landed herself in jail.

“Where are the two Morgans?” Jace pointed toward the living room. The officers stepped inside. Morgan, still handcuffed, looked up with pure frustration and disbelief. Mo, standing beside him with two guards, with her hands still up. “Finally,” Mo said. “Can someone tell me why I am being treated like a criminal?” The police did not answer her. The older officer stepped forward, expression grave, gaze sharp. He looked between Mo and Morgan with unnerving intensity. “We received an anonymous message,” the officer said, slowly, clearly and firmly, “stating that one of you… is Aiden.”

My beautiful mess. "I'm okay" she said as I examined her worriedly. I nodded, embracing her. Was it over? I had a feeling that it wasn't over yet? I could hear the sirens but I was too dizzy to make them out. "The cops. Who called the fucking cops? Shit, we have to get out of here" I heard Lee say. It's too late, I told myself. There's no escape now. They had us cornered. Only one of us would be going to jail.

My first meeting with Chris felt like a dark joke. It was my third year in jail. I was on the prison factory floor. I was staring at the newspaper, lost in Falcone's midyear financials, when a voice sounded above my head. "Leverage is too high. If I were you, I'd dump the two strip clubs and cash out immediately." I looked up to see a man in a tailored suit. He didn't look like an inmate. In fact, he looked like he'd walked in from a boardroom.

“Are we going to jail because we checked the internet again?!” What? Oh my God… “Is it about our birthday?” Miley asked, gasping aloud as she did, “It’s about our birthday, isn’t it? Right mommy?” “Oh no…we are going to go to jail! I don’t want to go jail, mommy!” Miles cried out, going full blown panic mode as he confessed all his deeds. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t touch your iPad; I didn’t want to go into your office as well! It was Mason! He and Miley took me there! But I said we shouldn’t, mommy said we shouldn’t touch her stuff or go into her office when she isn’t around. They didn’t listen… and now we have to go to jail because of it!”

It was the same logic as the rest stop with Lily, as the car through the intersection, as the photographs with Aiden cut out. He had one mode. He had always had one mode. She went back inside. Aiden was on the phone with Rachel. He held up one finger — one minute — and Grace sat at the table and waited. He ended the call. "Mason's moved," he said. Grace looked at him. "He turned himself in," Aiden said. "Not to Diaz. Not to the FBI." He set the phone on the table. "He walked into Aldermoor County police station forty minutes ago."