Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy, or any of Brad Paisley's music. Only my storyline and my OC's.
It was 10:30am, and TM Automotive was hopping. The garage kept getting call after call from people stranded with blown out tires, coming off of Highway 99. The ongoing construction, combined with the vast amounts of summer tourists travelling up and down California, meant that business wasn't going to slow down any time soon.
Gemma growled in frustration as she slammed the phone down onto the receiver. She had just gotten off of the phone with another damn family travelling south who blew out a tire.
As irritating as the non-stop calls were, Gemma knew she couldn't bitch – while the Clay and boys were inside, the increase in business filled in the gap that the lack of club activity created.
Gemma got up from the desk, and stood in the doorway that separated garage from her office. Her arms were crossed, and her face was contorted into a very unimpressed scowl.
"Got another call for a tow on the ninety-nine turnoff, south side. Who wants to go?" Gemma hollered out into the garage.
Her question was met with a bunch preoccupied growls, and head shakes.
She let out a deep sigh. On days like this she felt more like she was a bitchy old schoolmarm, rather than a biker queen and an office manager.
"Miles, you don't look busy. Go grab Kozik, and head out to the ninety-nine," Gemma ordered.
Miles dropped the socket wrench he was holding onto the concrete floor. The loud clanging noise caused a few of the men to stop what they were doing for a second and stare at the befuddled man.
"Uh, I don't think that'll work Gemma," Miles said nervously as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
"Excuse me?" Gemma was outraged at the newly patched member's reply.
"K, k, Kozik – uh he hasn't shown up yet today," Miles stammered nervously. All morning the men had been dancing around the topic of the blonde's absence. After witnessing the fit that Gemma threw the previous day, nobody wanted to be the poor sucker who had to tell Gemma, that Kozik was still missing.
"Where the hell is Kozik? Has anybody heard from him at all? He should have been here half an hour ago!" Gemma exclaimed sharply to no one in particular. She stamped her foot to emphasize her point.
Chibs looked up from the engine he was working on, "Yesterday after the meet with the Mayans, Opie said he'd stop by his place ta' make sure Kozy was okay."
"And…?" Gemma scowled.
"Christ I don't know what happened! Go talk ta' Op – he's out back with Phil ripping the transmission out of that written off Buick." Chibs replied indignantly.
"You can bet your Scottish ass I will!" Gemma refuted furiously.
As she stomped through the garage, and headed toward the backdoor that led out to the lot where they kept all of the cars to be worked on; all of the men stepped out of the way. It was very obvious that Gemma, was seeing red.
"Opie!" Gemma yelled as the she flung open the beat up, metal door.
Both Opie and Phil lifted their heads out from under the hood of the Buick. They shared identical expressions of wide eyed, deep instilled fear.
"What the hell is wrong with Kozik? He should have been here an hour and a half ago!" Gemma exclaimed as he stormed towards the two men.
"He said he'd be here today. Give him a little bit longer to show up," Opie replied truthfully.
"This damn construction has us running around like headless chickens! We need Kozik's hands today!" Gemma snorted.
Opie let out a sigh. He did not wanting to divulge any more information about Kozik's situation, but he knew that if he didn't - Gemma, would drive over to Kozik's house and rip him a good one. Opie knew that typhoon Gemma, was the last thing Kozik needed at the moment.
"He's dealing with some personal shit. He just needs some time. If he doesn't show up by lunch, I'll drive over and see what's up." Opie explained calmly.
"Alright, but if he is late I am coming with you Opie!" Gemma knew that Opie was right, but that would be the last thing she would admit. She took a second to calm herself down before she addressed Phil, "Go with Miles, and pick up a blue Chevy Colbalt out on the 99."
"Yes Mam." Phil promptly replied. He then headed off toward the garage, followed by Gemma.
"No wait," Opie suddenly called out as he came jogging up to the pair, "I'll go with Miles – Phil can handle the Buick by himself."
Gemma raised her eyebrows, "Well alright. Only if you want to."
Opie nodded and quickly walked past Gemma and Phil, and back into the garage.
Phil gave Gemma a glance for confirmation. When she nodded her head, Phil casually sauntered back toward the Buick.
Gemma however, stood still a moment and pondered why Opie's actions. She had known Opie since the day he was born. He rarely – if ever – volunteered to put himself in a social situation. So why would he volunteer to go out on a pickup?
Opie was definitely up to something…
Kozik had experienced plenty of hangovers in his lifetime, but his current one definitely took the cake.
His head was pounding so hard, it felt like somebody was hitting him on the back of the head with a hammer, every few seconds. Even though he had drunken an ocean of water; his body still yearned for hydration. Kozik did catch one break however, because the six hours of sleep he had gotten had taken away most of his nausea.
He sighed as he slung his khaki backpack full of water bottles and Tylenol across his back. He knew that the guys would josh him about it bringing his own water, but he really didn't care. Kozik's poor physical state was nothing compare to how shitty he felt mentally.
How naive was he to really think that karma wouldn't come back and bite him in the ass?
Since that god awful day when SAMTAC got the call saying that Allison had been sentenced to life without parole - Kozik wished he could have turned back the clocks and save her.
He was the only person who knew everything about how fucked up her domestic life was with Paul. He knew he could have saved her. He yearned with all of his heart to save her… but it was a club decision. He couldn't betray the club because it would have put several lives in danger.
Kozik shook his head in an attempt to rid his brain of all his dark emotions. He was just about to straddle himself across his Dyna, when he saw the TM towing truck come screeching to a halt in front of his driveway. He was surprised the passenger door opened and Opie climbed out.
"Shit," Kozik muttered under his breath.
As Opie approached Kozik, he was relieved to see that Kozik was wearing his grey work shirt under his kutte. He did not want to have to give the blonde another lecture about shrugging off his responsibilities.
"Sup dude? I was just about to head over to the garage," Kozik addressed Opie.
"Good, because I just coming to kick your ass into gear," Opie replied with a hint of hesitation present in his tone. Kozik's scrutinizing look told Opie he needed to elaborate. "Look brother," Opie continued, "Gemma was absolutely livid a half an hour ago when she found out that you are late. She asked what was going on with you."
Kozik's stomach suddenly started to feel queasy again. He did not need Gemma, knowing anything at all about him and Allison.
"What exactly did you say to her?"
"Just that you needed some time to work out some personal shit. I never said anything about you being hungover but, judging by your appearance and that backpack which I assume is full of water and other goodies – she's going to figure it out."
"Thanks for the heads up brother," Kozik sighed as sat down on his bike. "You better get going. Miles looks like he is about to shit his pants if he waits any longer."
"Yeah he does," Opie chuckled as he looked over his shoulder at the truck. He then turned around and headed back to the truck, "See you this afternoon dude."
"Yeah see ya," Kozik called back as he watched Opie climb into the truck.
This was going to be one shitty day.
Gemma looked up from her computer screen to the Harley-Davidson clock, hanging on the wall. It was 12:07 and still no sign of Kozik. She ripped her reading glasses off of her face, and threw them down onto the desk.
"Chucky, get yourself and those creepy little nubs in here!" Gemma hollered.
Within seconds, a very jittery Chucky came charging into the office from outside. He knelt down on one knee and proclaimed, "Your steadfast and ever ready squire is ready to serve the Queen of the office, in any way he can!"
"You better knock off all of that, dark ages, royal majesty shit, before I chop off the remaining two fingers you have!" Gemma was not in a mood for one of Chucky's eccentric personalities.
Chucky's eyes widened in fear, "yes Mam!"
"Kozik –"
"Still is not here," Chucky finished her sentence for her.
"Well I am going to go drag his sorry self over her by his balls," Gemma huffed angrily. She stood up, grabbed her purse from beside her desk, and stormed out of the office.
Chucky watched Gemma walk away, very thankful for the fact that he was not Kozik today.
Just as Gemma was about to get into her SUV, a motorcycle roared into the compound. Once recognized that it was Kozik - she slammed her car door shut, and stormed over to his parked bike.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Gemma roared as Kozik climbed off of his bike.
"At home," Kozik said curtly, as he took off his helmet and rested it on a handlebar.
"Home?" Gemma asked aggressively.
"Yeah," Kozik replied as he took his sunglasses off, and wrapped them around his neck.
"Yesterday too?"
"Yes," Kozik's irritation was growing by the second.
Gemma was not at all impressed with his foul attitude. She put a hand on her hip, and snorted, "Judging by the green look on your face, I am assuming you had a bottle of booze to keep you company?"
"Who do you think you are, my Mother? I'm going to work, and I suggest you do too Gemma. There is nothing more for us to discuss." Kozik shot back as he walked past Gemma.
Gemma stood with her mouth gaping. She had known Kozik for several years, and not once had he ever spoken to her so rudely.
There was definitely something up with him, and it was Gemma's job to find out just exactly what it was.
"Thanks for coming shopping with me, today. I really appreciated the company," Allison said to Rachel as they exited Emeryville mall.
"I'll never turn down an invitation to shopping," Rachel laughed. "You sure put that money I gave you to good use today. Now you have a full wardrobe!"
"You will note that not one article of clothing is orange," Allison replied sarcastically.
Before she went to jail she didn't mind the colour orange but, after wearing it for several consecutive years; she loathed the colour with a passion. The colour it reminded her of all the dark, vile moments of the past seven years.
It reminded her of Paul's mutilated corpse – and how she couldn't stop smashing his face in with that frying pan until it was unrecognizable.
It reminded her of Briella's shrieks of pain and fright as she lay in a pool of her own blood, with both of her femurs prominently protruding from her pierced skin.
It reminded her of the look on Kozik's face, when he lied and said that he and the club would make everything alright.
"And I do not blame you for that!" Rachel responded when the pair reached Allison's truck. She handed Allison the two bags of hers she was holding, "here is the rest of your clothes."
"Thanks," Allison said as she grabbed the bags. She opened the tailgate and put all of her bags in the truck bed.
"So when are you moving into Juan Carlos' place?" Rachel asked.
"Tomorrow - I just got the keys last night." Allison replied with a bit of hesitation. She didn't want to tell Rachel about the whole Chibs scenario.
"That's good." Rachel was about to ask if SAMCRO had poised any problems yet, but before she could her cell phone rang. She fished it out of her purse and frowned when she saw the number, "I'm sorry, but I have to run. The D.A.'s office is calling me."
"No problem, I'll talk to you later," Allison smiled.
Rachel gave her a nod of thanks before she answered her phone, and walked away in the direction of her own vehicle.
Allison closed the tailgate, rolled the down and secure the protective cover before she got inside of her truck. Before she set her purse down on the passenger seat, she pulled out a CD. She stared at the cover of the album for almost five minutes before she built up the courage to unwrap the plastic, and popped the disc into the stereo.
As sound of a sawing fiddle slowly started to crescendo; Allison found herself being drawn back into a happier, simpler time.
"Mommy, look at how high I can jump!" Briella giggled as she bounced about on the large circular trampoline.
Allison grinned at how happy her daughter looked. Going against Paul's wishes and buying that trampoline for her at the beginning of the summer, was probably one of the best choices Allison had made in a long time.
"I see sweetie," Allison called out from the lounger on the deck.
There was not one cloud in the sky on this particular July, afternoon. It was hot, but not scorching hot. But what made this day even nicer was that fact that Briella was happy. If her daughter was happy, then Allison was also happy.
What made the day even more enjoyable was the fact that Paul, had left that morning to go visit his family in Chicago for two weeks.
Allison's and Paul's marriage had really deteriorated in the last five months. They fought a lot about the business arrangement the MC had with his family's enterprise in California.
The arrangement required him to leave for weeks and weeks at a time. Yes, it brought in a hell of a lot more cash for SAMTAC, but every time Paul came home from one of these business trips, he was seemed even more short-tempered and paranoid than the previous trip. Paul also began to drink more and more since he began travel.
Allison had no idea what went on while he was away to change his behaviour so drastically, and quite frankly – she was scared to find out.
She tried to ask him after about it once, after he came home from his second trip. Paul simply told her that she was an old lady, and she shouldn't be sticking her bitchy nose into the club's affairs. He then threatened to take all of Briella's stuffed animals and burn them in front of her. He said that he'd tell Briella that it was all Mommy's fault that her animals were gone, and that she would not be allowed to buy anymore.
That comment solidified Allison's suspicion that whatever was going on in California, was some serious shit. For the past few years, Paul had really become a bastard but threatening to hurt their daughter had really taken it to a whole new level.
Allison never really took shit from Paul – or anybody for that matter. But once he had started to use threats against Briella to keep Allison, "in check" - she started to become far more submissive. Allison didn't care if Paul hurt her, but she would kill herself before she let anybody harm her baby girl. If giving into Paul's new found malicious and domineering tendencies meant keeping Briella safe and happy; so be it.
The sound of a motorcycle roaring into her neighbour's driveway brought Allison out of her thoughts about Paul. About thirty seconds later, she saw the patio door of the house directly across the back alley from her's open. She then saw the familiar sight of a chocolate lab bounding outside, followed by her blonde haired owner.
"Your home early," Allison called out cheerfully.
Kozik cracked a smile at the sight of Allison lounging in a pair of jean shorts and a lime green bikini top. Her hair was let down and was glistening in the sunshine.
"Wasn't much going on at the shop or with the club today," Kozik hollered back.
"Hi Mr. Kozik," Briella chimed as she continued to jump about on her trampoline.
He chuckled at the sight of a mop of black curly hair go flying up into the air every few seconds, over the top of Allison's brown painted wooden fence.
"Are you having fun outside with your Mom, today?" Kozik addressed the little girl.
"Lots and lots of fun!" Briella answered back, still jumping away.
"Why don't you and Molly come over for bit? We've got the pool set up." Allison said as she stood up and pulled her arms upwards into a stretch.
Kozik stood entranced for a moment, as he watched how Allison's breasts pressed together, and moved upward and outward until she brought her arms back down to her sides.
Despite the sudden throbbing in his pants, Kozik managed to articulate a reply, "Uh yeah sure, just let me just go change and we'll be right over."
About ten minutes later, Kozik emerged from his house wearing a pair of black swim trunks, a plain grey t-shirt, and pair of cheap, grey, fabric flip-flops. He had a towel draped across his shoulder and Molly's black leather, Harley Davidson leash in his hand.
He walked over to the tree that Molly was lounging under and kneeled down to her eye level, "Come on girl. It's time to go chill with the hot neighbour lady."
Molly raised her furry ears upward, and shot her owner a covetous glare.
Kozik sighed – he swore that dog understood English.
"Baby," Kozik said as he slowly scratched Molly behind her ears, "you know that matter what, you're always going to be my favorite girl. Nobody can keep my feet warm at night as well as you do. You can also play fetch with Briella."
Molly took a moment to decided whether or not he was bullshitting her or not. After she decided on the latter, Molly willing sprung up onto her four paws.
"Good girl," Kozik cooed as he hooked Molly's collar to the leash.
When Allison saw Kozik's gate open; she hopped up from the patio chair she was sitting in, put out her cigarette, and jogged down the steps of the deck to open the back gate.
"Look who's here Briella," Allison called out to her daughter as Kozik and Molly stepped into their yard.
Briella immediately stopped jumping, and craned her head over her shoulder to the direction of her Mom's voice. Once she saw the brown lab standing by the gate, she climbed off of her trampoline and exited through the small mess door in the protective safety barrier. Her eyes shone bright with joy as she began to run toward the Labrador.
"Molly!" Briella squealed in delight.
Molly perked up in excitement at the sight of the little girl bounding towards her. True to her breed, Molly was a very gentle dog and really enjoyed playing with children - especially Briella.
"Go get her girl," Kozik said as he unhooked Molly from her leash.
It was hard to tell who was more excited to see one another; Molly or Briella.
Allison and Kozik stood still for a few moments, and watched Molly licked Briella on the face while Briella giggled. It was hard to tell who was more excited to see one another; Molly or Briella.
"What a pair those two are," Allison chuckled.
"Yeah, that's for sure," Kozik smiled. He scratched the back of his head nervously as he asked, "you sure this is cool. I mean Paul left this morning, right?"
Allison bit her upper lip, and tried not to laugh at the adorably awkward expression on Kozik's face.
"Yes he did. I invited you over, remember? I know we're both not spring chickens anymore, but your memory can't be that bad!" Allison teased.
Kozik laughed – he loved it when Allison teased him.
"Just wanted to make sure I wouldn't end up having a tire iron cracked across the back of my skull. And for the record, you still look like a spring chicken." Kozik said with a wink.
Hearing Kozik's last sentence made Allison's cheeks heat up. She felt a tingling, thrilling sensation travel down her spine as she felt Kozik's eyes take in her body.
"Ella sweetie, do you want to go play in the swimming pool with me and Mr. Kozik?" Allison asked her daughter whom was still busy petting, and receiving licks from Molly.
Briella lifted her head away from Molly's face, with a wide eyed expression on her face, "Really Mommy! Can we play dive for the rings, and piggy in the middle like we did last time?"
"Sure sweetie," Allison smiled.
"But what about Molly?" Briella didn't want to leave her furry friend out of the fun.
"Uh-" Allison looked at Kozik unsure as how to answer.
Her entire life Allison had been a cat person. Molly was the first dog she had really gotten to know and interacted with. She had no clue if Labradors were good swimmers or not – or if dogs should even be allowed in swimming pools.
"Molly can come and play too. She loves swimming!" Kozik happily responded to Briella's question.
"Come on, Molly!" Briella said grinning ear to ear as she dashed toward the mid-sized above ground pool. Of course – Molly was only a pace behind.
Allison stood beside Kozik, she suddenly felt her nerves kick in. What if he had only intended to come over for a few minutes? Did he have other plans? Was he just humoring her, the lonely old lady with the little kid who is always around?
"Sure you don't mind spending some time with us? I mean if you had any other plans –" Allison rambled on nervously.
It took her by surprise when Kozik, wrapped one of his arms around her waist, and softly rested a hand over top of her mouth.
"Shhh – stop worrying if I like spending time with you and Briella or not," Kozik spoke tenderly, seemingly reading Allison's exact thoughts. He lifted his hand off of her mouth, and slowly snaked it down her cheek, to back of her neck, and all the way down her spine until it sat opposite his other hand on her hips.
Allison felt like every cell in her body was alive with that certain tingling, tantalizing tension a person feels when the person they are attracted to touches them.
She lifted her arms up from her sides, and slid up Kozik's abdomen until they rest on either side of his pectorals.
"Trust me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be," Kozik whispered, his voice shaky with sexual tension. The feeling of her feminine figure wrapped in his arms and her small slender hands placed on his chest, felt a thousand times better than he ever could have imagined.
Allison diverted her eyes away from grey fabric of Kozik's t-shirt, and tilted her head upwards to see that Kozik's kind, crystal blue eyes were full of passion.
This was it.
After all of these years of ignoring the undeniable chemistry between one another, they were about to throw in the towel and finally admit how they really felt.
"Mommy! Mr. Kozik! Aren't you coming? Me and Molly want to go swimming already! Remember the rule – I can't get in the pool without a grown up!" Briella's innocent young voice broke the spell of the moment Allison and Kozik were in.
They immediately took their hands off of one another and took a step backwards. A shade of soft pink spread across both Allison's and Kozik's cheeks; they both had momentarily forgotten where they were and that there was a child present watching their every move.
"Coming Ella'," Allison hollered, as she fought back a mischievous smirk.
After swimming for almost two hours, everybody returned to their perspective houses to shower and change into fresh clothes.
When Kozik and Molly returned to Allison's house; Kozik's brought with him an armful of food that he was going to barbeque for them. His intention was to treat Allison, and give her a night off for once.
Kozik knew from comments Allison made here and there, that when Paul was actually home he never lifted a finger to help out his wife. It completely baffled Kozik that despite the fact Allison worked thirty hours a week, kept an impeccably clean home, and practically raised Briella by herself - Paul did not seem to give two shits about the wonderful woman that was his wife and the beautiful, energetic daughter they had brought into the world.
Allison however, refuted the notion of her having to sit around and watch Kozik do all the work. It was sweet gesture but, it was Allison's house and he was her guest.
After an endless bombardment of persuasive remarks from Allison; Kozik reluctantly gave in and allowed her to help with the prep work. He actually was happy that she helped him in the kitchen because it gave him the opportunity to discretely brush his body against hers and they navigated around the kitchen.
This sight of Allison in a bikini earlier that day was still vividly burned into Kozik's mind. As much as he tried not to; he found himself staring at her round, soft D-cups more than once. It also really did not help that Allison's bikini top wasn't lined so, her small, hard, round nipples pressed against the lime green fabric as if they were trying to break free. It took almost all of his mental power to think about anything except how much he wanted pull at the strings of Allison's bikini top, and run his hands over her breasts. The image of her in a bikini would be more than enough to get himself off for a long time to come.
By eight o'clock, they had finished eating supper and had cleaned up all of the dishes. Once they were done the dishes, Allison had tried to get Briella to go to sleep in her bedroom but she refused.
Briella was drop dead tired by that point. She could not remember if she had ever had so much fun in her life – certainly not while her Dad was around. After having such an exciting day, Briella had decided that Mr. Kozik was a lot more fun to play with than Daddy. She also liked playing with Mr. Kozik better because she noticed he made Mommy smile unlike Daddy, who usually made Mommy sad.
Allison was in too good of a mood to want to argue with her daughter, so they came to a compromise. Briella could sleep outside on the deck in the lounger, while Mommy and Mr. Kozik sat on the other side of the deck on the patio swing.
Molly was about to curl up on the swing beside her owner, when Allison remerged from the house with a very tired Briella staggering behind in her pajama's.
Molly perked up at the sight of Briella. The dog looked up at Kozik, asking silent permission to leave his side. After she had received an affirmative ear scratch and rump pat; Molly got up and curled up on the lounger on the far side of the deck with, Briella. Molly had her exposed front leg draped across Briella's body, so that Briella's head was nestled into the crook of Molly's furry shoulder. So, Allison brought out Briella's favorite fuzzy purple blanket and tucked the two tired girls in together.
After she tucked them in, grabbed her beer off of the patio table and sat down beside Kozik on the swing.
"Quite a pair those two are," Kozik chuckled softly, referring to Briella and Molly.
"Like two peas in a pod," Allison replied before she took a swig of her Budweiser. "Supper was good tonight. You really need to teach me how to grill chicken breasts like that. I have never seen Briella eat so much meat in one sitting."
Like most typical six year olds, Briella was a fussy eater. Lately, Allison felt like every mealtime was some sort of odd haggling competition between her and Briella.
If there was one thing Briella inherited from her Father, it was a strong sense of stubbornness and the ability to talk fast.
Kozik felt his pride swell, "Yeah for sure - that'd be cool."
"Thank you for today. It has been awhile since Briella has been so happy. I think she has be picking up on the problems Paul and I have been having when he's home. Lately, she has been more on the quiet side. She really likes it when you and Molly come over," Allison paused and looked down at her lap, "I really enjoy the time we have been spending together lately."
She wanted to go on and ask if Kozik meant what she thought he meant, when he said that he wouldn't be around her if he didn't want to be, earlier – but didn't from feeling a lack of confidence.
Kozik read her body language and picked up on what she going to say.
Normally he would be the cocky type who would simply say that he wanted to be a lot more than friends with her, but he too felt nervous about the subject. Moving forward with Allison wouldn't be like all of the other women he had been interested in. This was completely different because getting involved with one of his brother's old ladies could yield some very serious consequences.
But in that moment Kozik was not a member of the Sons of Anarchy, and Allison wasn't somebody else's old lady – they were just two individuals who shared a uniquely strong connection.
Allison was anxious and surprised when Kozik did not reply comment right away. Instead, he grabbed the beer bottle from her grasp and set it aside on the deck railing, along with his own beer. He then stood up and held out a hand for her to grasp.
She looked up at him, completely confused by his actions. What in God's name was he doing now?
"Dance with me, Allie," Kozik said softly.
In the background, Brad Paisley's song, Part II - was quietly emanating from the small stereo on the patio table.
Allison accepted Kozik hand and stood up. He then loosely guided her by the hand to the large space between the table set, and the steps that led down to the yard. He placed his free hand in the small of her back, and held their already conjoined hands up to his chest. Allison placed her free hand on his well sculpted shoulder.
There was a definite height difference between the pair - Allison was five feet and seven inches tall while Kozik, stood six feet and one inch tall. To compensate for the difference, Allison simply rested her head against his chest to make it less awkward.
When Allison rested her head against him, Kozik, blessed whatever freakishly tall ancestors he had to thank for his height and large build.
The warmth of his body heat combined with the smell of cologne and tobacco, seemed to draw Allison into a state of blissful intoxication. The way Kozik held Allison in his strong yet, very tender grasp felt completely natural. She had no idea simply being held by a man could be such a passionate experience.
When the song started to fade away, they stopped moving. Allison lifted her head off of Kozik's chest and he looked down at her.
They were both highly pleased and little surprised at the same time, by what they felt as they looked at each other.
Romantic movies and books have always gone on and on since the dawn of time, about how when two people are really in love; their partner can gaze into their shimmering eyes and see who they are right down to the epicenter of their soul.
Neither Allison nor Kozik had ever bought into such a fluffy, fairytale type romance. The notion was complete malarkey to them. Both individuals had been dealt a pretty tough hand in life, and knew that reality was often a harsh son of bitch.
But as their eyes locked in that very moment, they both knew why the idea of love was so prominent in literature and in film; a euphoric, soul binding connection was real. They didn't have to say it, because they saw it in each other's eyes - in their souls.
Herman Kozik and Allison Magagnoli loved each other.
Without saying a word, Kozik leaned down and slowly closed the gap between his and Allison's lips. When their lips finally connected both stood paralyzed for a moment taking in each other's natural taste.
Allison was the first one to move, as she moved her arms to circle around them around his neck. This prompted Kozik to deepen the passion of the kiss, but not too much. Gradually, their kisses intensified to the point where they were desperate for oxygen and had to break away.
Allison buried her face into the crook of his neck, while Kozik rested his against the side her head.
After a few seconds of heavy breathing Kozik, pulled Allison even tighter to his body and murmured, "You're not alone anymore, Allie. I love you and I am never going to let you slip away."
After listening to Part II, twice – Allison found herself approaching the, "Welcome to Charming" sign on the highway.
She let out a dreary sigh, as her mind drifted out of the memory of when her and Kozik, first admitted their feelings of affection to one another.
Looking down at the dashboard, Allison saw that she was running on under a quarter tank of gas. As she drove into Charming's city limits she pulled up to the first gas station she saw.
"Back to fucking reality," Allison muttered to herself as she pulled up to the gas bar.
When she hopped out of her truck, she noticed that a Dyna motorcycle with a Sons of Anarchy reaper painted on the gas tank. Her heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight of the bike. The delusional thought that it could be Kozik's popped into her head. After a brief moment of panic, she snapped herself out it.
She was living in Charming - the Mother charter of the entire MC. Fearing what the reaper represented to her was an obstacle she really needed to overcome. She would run into club members from time to time which was simply something she had to learn to live with now that she was on the outside.
At times like this, Allison found herself thinking that in some ways it was easier to live in prison.
When Allison finished filling up and went inside to pay, she found herself pleasantly surprised and relieved at seeing that the owner of the Dyna, was Chibs.
Feeling a lot more at ease, Allison walked up to the counter to pay.
"Just the gas for you tonight?" The very bored teenage boy behind the till asked Allison.
"Add on two bottles o' water and a pack of Marlboro Red." A thick Scottish voice bellowed out from behind Allison, startling her.
"That'll be eight-three dollars and seventeen cents," the clerk said as he rung in Chibs' items.
Before Allison could refuse Chibs' offer, he had already handed the clerk the cash. After he gave Chibs' his change, the clerk walked away to go stock some shelf.
"You really don't have to do that. Here I'll give you some cash," Allison said as she began to rummage in her purse for her wallet.
"No ya' won't," Chibs stated firmly as he placed his hand Allison's shoulder.
"But that's like sixty bucks worth of gas. Besides, I don't hardly know you," Allison refuted looking up from her purse to Chibs' face.
"You just got out from doing some time. Having been there and done that, I know that cash must be a scare commodity. Consider this my treat," Chibs smiled.
"I don't know –" Allison began to argue, but Chibs cut her off.
"If you really want to pay me back, how bout' you consider using that number I gave ya' last night to call me up for a drinks once you are all settled in," Chibs replied remembering Juice's warning to give her some space.
"Uh," Allison was floored by Chibs' comment, "sure I'll do that."
Chibs' face broke out into a wide grin, "Great, I'll be looking forward to your call." He then grabbed his water and smokes off of the counter, and winked at Allison before he left the store, "Good running into you, Allison."
"You too Filip."
After Chibs had left, Allison stood still for a moment trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.
She must have gone off of the deep end because she actually just agreed to drinks with a club member…
If she would actually follow through on her promise… probably not.
Kozik sat on his living room sofa, staring at the photo album full of pictures of him and Allison on resting open on the small glass and cast iron, coffee table.
Unlike the previous night, he had a glass full of water - not whiskey in his hand.
Now that he had sobered up and the worst of his hangover had vanished, he was livid at himself for losing control like he had.
Allison was the only person in the world that never held his addictive tendencies above his head, and used them to make him feel like shit. If she knew how he crawled inside of a bottle for a buzz, instead of manning up and owning his guilt for what he did to her; Allison would be completely disgusted with him.
Tomorrow, after he was done with the garage and the small amount of business the club had to deal with – Kozik was going to drive over to Willie's Motel and knock on the door of number sixteen.
He needed to tell Allison that how sorry he was… and that he still loved her with all of his heart.
A/N: Hello there! I am so sorry this took forever to post! My course load has been super heavy lately. I also took a lot of time to make sure I was 100% happy with the flashback scene. I hope I really gave you readers a good impression of just how strong Allison's and Kozik connection was/is.
Next chapter Allison has another run in with Gemma and few other of our favorite character. You maybe will also get to witness Kozik and Allison reuniting...
And for all of you people out there who don't listen to Brad Paisley, Part II was his second studio album (and there was also a song on it called part II). If you listen to the song, it could give you a good inclination to how this story MAY play out. No guarantee's!
Thanks to all the people who have followed/ favorite/ reviewed this story so far! I really appreciate the feedback and am glad that people are liking my story.
Thanks for reading, and please review if you have thoughts. I would really appreciate it because I worked very hard on this chapter.