Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 30

Bradley's POV

My eyes snap open, heart-pounding as the loud sound of my phone ringing woke me.  

Who on earth could be calling me this time of night? And why were they calling?  The answer to the latter was a little unsettling, banishing all thought of sleep from my mind. I quickly jumped out of bed and went towards my pants that was lying on the ground.  I picked the pants off the ground and quickly took the phone out of my pocket, just in time to see my father's name on the screen but not faster enough to answer. 

I looked at the time on my phone and frowned. 

Why would my father be calling me so early in the morning?

Not a minute later, after being in deep thought, I knew something wasn't right. 

Still half asleep, I grabbed my underpants and put it on quickly. 

"What's wrong?" Tiffany's soft sleepy voice said from behind me. 

I turned towards her, "Shh, It's okay, go back to bed." I pressed a quick kiss to her mouth to assure her.

"Wha—What is it?' she asked groggily. 'What's happening?"

I bent and kissed her comfortingly on the forehead, tucking the sheets more firmly around her. "It's only the phone, darling," I soothed. "It's been ringing again; I'll take the call downstairs."

She blinked the sleep from her eyes, having trouble focusing on me. 'What time is it?' It was still dark outside, that much she could see!

"Two o'clock." I smiled down at her. "Now go back to sleep. If you're still awake when I come back to bed, consider your sleep over for the night," I warned sensuously before leaving the room. 

I walked down the hall, and as soon as I reached the stairs, I returned my father's call, and he answered immediately. 

"Dad, are you okay? Is something wrong?" I asked, concern laced in my words. 

Completely ignoring my question, "Are you okay? I've been calling you all night." 

"Sorry, I was a bit occupied. Is mom okay? Is everyone okay? Did someone die?" My anxiety level was high,, and the only thing that would calm me down was finding out what was wrong. 

"I'm okay, honey." My mom said in the background.

I sighed in relief that she was okay, but then I remembered my brothers.  I frowned, "Is something wrong with Ashton, Luke, Calum?"

My father sighed, "Your brothers are fine Bradley, you're the one who is sick!" he shouted.

"What? Sick? Me? No, I'm fine." I asked, confused. 

"In your head, Brad! You're sick in your head!" he shouted again.

I frowned, "What?"

"Bradley, what were you thinking when you kidnapped that girl? Are you crazy? Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison? Do you know how many years a person can spend in prison for kidnapping, twenty-five years?  And you kidnapped a black woman; they can say it's a hate crime,, so add fifteen more years to the mix." he took a deep breath and continued, "Do you want to spend the rest of your life in prison? Because let me tell you, prison is not a bed of roses. "As a matter of fact, where is the girl?" he babbled. 

"Ugh?"

"The girl, Bradley. The one you kidnapped outside of the nightclub."

It took me a second to realise he was talking about Tiffany and all his babbling was about her. "She's sleeping."