'Fly me over oceans where my lover lives'

"I could never hate you," Bella says as I pace by my bed.

"Are you sure about that?"

It had now been a week since I had been back to The Lost Souls. A week of mixed feelings and confusion, a week of being so completely torn; that I had never felt this lost.

"He's your brother, how could I hate you for wanting a relationship with him."

"So if I choose to truly be a part of this club?"

She stands up and grabs my hands. "Do I want better for you? Of course I do Tyson, but would I hate you? Never."

I sigh. "I never considered actually forming bonds with these guys, I never considered-"

"I want you to be happy Tyson, surely being one of the leaders could mean you can be away from the illegal activity?"

Illegal. One teeny, tiny issue with being part of a gang.

"I have to go see him."

"Are you taking your lighter?" She asks. Knowing the wire is hidden inside.

I hesitate before grabbing it.

She gently touches my face before softly kissing me. "Whatever your decision, I will still be here."

"All yours if you're all mine," I whisper back.

She smiles at me repeating her words. "I'm all yours forever."

I grab the back of her neck and kiss her fiercely. Needing her to feel what one word means for me.

The ride to the club house feels longer than usual, then as I pull into the driveway, it feels too quick.

This was never meant to a decision let alone a hard one.

Only Buck and Dane are inside. "Where have you been?" Buck calls loudly.

"Some family stuff," I say hesitantly, not knowing what everyone knows. Did all the members know that Ace and I are brothers? Have they known the whole time?

I walk quickly pass them, heading up the stairs to find Ace. "Tyson," Dane calls as I get to the top, and I wait for him.

"What's going on?" He asks full of concern.

"Did you know?" I ask accusingly.

He seems taken back, his eyes holding a slight amount of guilt.

"I sort of just guessed," he says cautiously.

"Does everyone else know?"

"If they do, they don't say it."

"How did you know?"

"I guess because of the way Ace is with you, how he wanted you to join, and you do look similar," he offers a small smile.

I hadn't even noticed or thought about that before.

Dane looks at me questioningly. "You are starting to see this place as your family, aren't you?"

I chew the inside of my mouth before nodding,

"And maybe more than just Ace?"

"Of course Mormon," I say.

"Then why do you seem so upset? Doesn't it make it easier for you that we are all your brothers?"

"No because-" I step closer to him but calm myself. "I never wanted this life, and now I feel like I will lose you all if I leave." Not that I was sure if that was even an option.

"I have friends outside of this club," Dane says reassuringly.

"No one will ever talk to me again if I walk away from this place."

He places his hand on my shoulder. "You shouldn't think so little of your brothers," he turns and heads back downstairs.

I let him leave and continue on to find Ace, knocking softly before just heading into the room I last saw him in. Ace is shirtless, laying on the bed watching a movie. "Tyson," his eyes light up as I walk inside.

"How are you feeling?" There is a bandage wrapped around the lower part of his stomach.

"Dad died," he says calmly.

A flicker of happiness flashes through my body before I control myself. "I'm sorry," I move closer to him.

"No you're not, and neither am I."

"Still, he was your dad."

"I only ever loved my mum, after she died things just got worse for our relationship. It wasn't until he became terminal that he attempted a real father/son relationship. For me it was too late though."

"How long have you known we were brothers?"

"A year ago, when Dad was first diagnosed. He became obsessed with finding you, and the both of us running this place together. He said it would even out the karma."

"What did you want?" I ask, almost worried for the answer.

"I would love to have you here by my side forever, but when I found out we were brothers- it was like a relief. You were one of the greatest parts of my childhood."

I take in his dark hair, like mine and maybe his chin could be the same shape, but it was hard to tell with his scar. His eyes though without a doubt are my shape, just a different colour; his are a hazel.

"You hate me?" He asks.

"No, not you."

He nods his head.

"Will you force me to stay? You are the leader now."

"I won't force you, but I do want you to stay." I move away to walk around the small room. "You feel at home here?"

"Sometimes," I answer honestly. "Sometimes I hate it."

"Which parts?"

"The illegal parts, the dangerous parts, the parts where other people are in danger too."

"What if I can keep you away from those parts?"

I place my hands in my hair in frustration.

"You still help me with all the big decisions, but my dad never had to get his hands dirty in the end."

"Can I think about it?"

"Yes, but stay a bit longer? I'm bored as shit in here."

I head for the chair near his bed. "Did they say how much longer you need to be in bed?"

The door opens as I sit down and I turn to see Mole walking in. My whole body feels repulsed by his site.

"Mole," Ace says as he sits a little higher in the bed.

"You underpaid me," Mole says expressionless.

"You didn't do any work this fortnight," Ace says like he isn't the least bit interested in this conversation.

Mole comes closer, his expression changing to anger. "It doesn't matter how much work I do, I put my ass on the line!" He points threatening to Ace.

"All members put their ass on the line at some point, you don't get any special treatment."

Mole scoffs. "What a load of shit! You know very well why I get special treatment!" He steps even closer and I get up.

"How about give him some space," I say.

Mole smiles at me. "I don't listen to you, ever."

"Actually you might be soon," Ace says protectively.

Mole looks between us both with disgust. "I'm fucking sick of this shit!" He pulls out a gun from behind his pants, and raises it to Ace. "You have always treated me like a second-class member! I do the most for you Ace, the most for this club, and now some fucking rat comes along and he gets to be in charge! Pay me the full amount or I shoot you."

"You're not going to shoot me," Ace says still calm as ever.

"The fuck I won't. I have enough money from you, do you know the kind of fame it will bring me if I'm the cop that brings you down? I'll be a hero." His hand is shaky as he desperately grips the gun.

He is completely unstable.

As his finger grips the trigger tighter, I move to knock the gun from his hand, and as I do, a shot is fired.

My body falls to the ground, clutching at my chest, and as I move my hand away; it's stained dark red.

Ace is rushing to try and get out of bed, as Mole turns the gun to him. My hand goes up begging him not to shoot. "NOO!" I scream, but another shot explodes through the room, sending Ace back to the bed. The bullet hits his stomach again, but this time higher. Mole with wide, crazy eyes runs quickly out of the room, like the fucking coward that he is.

I groan as I look down at my wound, the bullet hit above my pec to the right. Ace is breathing heavy on the bed. I strain to get myself up. "Ace," I breathe.

He doesn't respond.

I make my way to him, holding the top of my burning chest. "HELP!" I call.

Dane runs in. "I heard gun shots!?"

"Get the doctor now!"

Ace holds his stomach with both hands, his eyes are terrified. With breaths that push out tiny bubbles of blood, he struggles to speak. "Ty-"

"I'm here," I choke out.

The doctor comes running in as Ace's eyes close and his body slumps lifelessly.

"Ace..."

"Watch out," the doctor pushes me to the side to tend to Ace.

"Ace!" I scream.

I feel the blood dripping down my arm and from my fingertips, I take another step back but stumble. "Easy," Dane says gripping my arm.

"I feel dizzy," I say as I slowly slide down to the ground.

"He's gone," the doctor says while he moves to me. My eyes shut as he rips at my shirt.

Emptiness goes well with darkness.

Nothingness.

That's the true colour of loss.

Bella.