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"You're here early Pop," Opie said as he walked into the clubhouse, surprised to see the old man sitting at the bar with a shot of tequila in his hand.

It was 7:30am – usually Piney was still passed out at that time of the day.

"Could say the same for you. I thought you and Lyla weren't supposed to be back with kids until tomorrow," Piney replied looking over his shoulder.

Opie let out a disappointed sounding sigh as he sat down on a stool beside Piney. His looked down at the counter and twiddled his thumbs as he answered, "her shooting schedule got pushed ahead, so we had to come back early."

"At least you got a few days out on the beach." Piney shrugged. He noticed that just like any other time his son had brought up Lyla's profession, Opie's entire body tensed up.

On one hand Piney understood Opie's uncomfortableness towards Lyla's work, because he had felt the same thing during the first few years of his relationship with Mary. He loathed the fact that Mary had paraded around nude for other men for a living. Deep down it made Piney feel like the level of affection he was able to give her wasn't enough – that he wasn't a good enough man.

On the other hand, Piney thought that Opie was a bit of an uptight dipshit for not embracing Lyla's "talent". What man wouldn't want to be in steady relationship with a woman who is an expert at sex? Next to getting drunk - having sex was the most blissful experience a man could have on the planet.

"Yeah, the kids really had fun," Opie nodded. He looked up from his hands, and noticed on that there were several records spread out across the counter behind the bar. "What's that all about?" he asked motioning with his head to the direction of the cardboard box, sitting on the bar to the left of Piney.

"Listened to a few of records last night – what's it to you?" Piney grunted.

Opie bit his bottom lip in apprehension. He knew that his Dad didn't break out his good vinyl unless something bad had happened.

"Mom okay?"

Piney furrowed his brow at his son, "yes."

"Something happened at Stockton?"

"No."

"The club?" Opie was running out of possibilities.

"For Christ's sake - no!" Piney growled before he took the shot in his hand. After recovering from the burn he explained, "Some shit went down here yesterday. Kozik had a really rough day, so I stayed with him here overnight."

"What type of shit?" Opie asked. He would have felt bad if club shit went down while he was away.

Opie wasn't at all surprised by his Dad's response, however. He knew that Piney had always had a bit of a spot when it came to Kozik. Piney never explained why he was fond of Kozik – talking about emotions was not a exactly a Winston family trait.

After the whole ordeal with Missy and Tig went down all those years ago, Piney had been one of the only members who didn't want Kozik to transfer to SAMTAC.

Even though Opie was just a prospect at that time, he remembered hearing through the Chapel walls his Dad and Clay arguing about who should be sent away. His Dad argued that Kozik had ten times the brains Tig did. Furthermore, Piney always thought that Tig's borderline, sociopathic tendencies would get SAMCRO into a lot of trouble down the road.

Clay argued that Kozik, would never be nothing more than a ditzy, ex-junkie. Clay was so infuriated that Piney dared to insult Tig - his right hand man - so blatantly, that Opie was surprised that he didn't try to blow off his Dad's head.

"Some broad smacked him across the head with beer bottle – caused quite the ruckus," Piney stated matter of fact. He purposely left out the details of the conversation he had with Kozik before the incident went down. What Kozik had confided to him was none of anybody else's business.

Piney had learned over the years that gossip only lead to trouble - especially when it came to club member's personal lives.

"Shit," Opie tilted his head back amazement. Suddenly the light bulb went off in his head, so he asked, "did this chick have reddish hair, hazel eyes, and a small nose by any chance? Did he call her Allison?"

Piney looked up from the bar to his son with his mouth slightly gaped.

How the hell did Opie know about Kozik's old flame?

"I didn't see the ordeal happen. I was inside the clubhouse, and came out after I heard the commotion," Piney responded.

The growl that was meshed into his Dad's voice, told Opie it was best to back away from the topic before it put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

"Well I think I'm going to get a head start on that accountant's Fat Boy I'm supposed to be restoring this week," Opie said as he got up from the stool. He was just about the door when he realized that he didn't even ask if Kozik was okay or not. He turned around and awkwardly asked, "Kozik going to be okay, Pop?"

Piney let out an irritated sigh, "he'll be fine as long as you people stop trying to mollycoddle him, like he was some sort of fucking invalid."

Opie thought about it for second and realized that his Dad was right. He hated having people try to pry into his life and attempt to comfort him, after Donna had passed away.

"Right, I'll make sure the message gets passed on."

Opie was still going to keep an eye on Kozik, to watch for signs if he started to use again. The last thing SAMCRO needed in its diminished state was to lose one of their few members on the outside to heroin.


Juice was laying his bunk, looking up at the cracked, white painted, concrete ceiling of his cell. He was so bored – he actually thought he was about to go into a state of psychosis.

It had been two days since Juice and Clay had been moved to separate cells. Apparently the guards had finally gotten wise and realized their mistake that four out of the five SAMCRO member's shared cells.

His new cellmate's snoring was so obnoxiously loud that it was starting to give him a headache. All that Rodrigo Zuniga seemed to do was sleep all day. Then at night when Juice tried to sleep, Rodrigo would keep him up with a combination of grunting noises while he either exercised, or jerked off.

As Juice listened to Rodrigo go into the gurgling phase of his snore cycle, he prayed to whatever shitheel of a God there may be up in the sky; that the rest of the guys ended up with cellmates who were just as annoying.

Out of nowhere, Juice heard the loud buzzing sound which signalled that his cell door was going to be opened. For once in his life, he was actually thankful to see a prison guard. He hoped like hell that they were there to take him out of the cell.

"On your feet Ortiz – you've got yourself a visitor," one of the guards said in a very monotone voice.

Juice couldn't help but to smile like a Cheshire cat. He was pretty sure that it was Allison back to see him.

He couldn't wait to hear all about how Allison was doing in her second week of freedom. He was also curious to know what she thought about his house. He knew that his house wasn't exactly a centerfold picture spread for, Better Home and Gardens - but he hoped that she would be proud of the fact that he had actually bought a home for himself.

Since they were teenagers, Allison had always tried to drive her strong work ethic into his skull. She was literally the only person back in Queens, who encouraged him to try and form a life outside of poverty and crime.

When Allison got accepted into nursing school at the University of Sacramento, she hoped that it would encourage Juice to get his ass in gear and pursue his talent of mechanics; rather than his talent of being a criminal. He always had this taunting voice in the back of his mind, telling him that he had failed to honour her wishes.

Yes, he work for forty hours a week as a certified journeyman mechanic – but off the books he was an outlaw biker.

Juice's beaming smile turned into a bit of a frown when he was led into the visitation hall, and saw that is was Chibs – not Allison – whom was waiting to see him. He didn't like the serious look on Chibs' face as he sat down across from him.

"How ya' doin' Juicy boy?" Chibs asked forcing his lips to form a smile.

Juice didn't reply right away, because he was fighting the urge to bust out laughing at how ridiculously cheesy, not to mentioned forced, Chibs' smile looked. It kind of reminded Juice of the way that guy on Oxy-Clean infomercials grinned.

"What, not happy to see me?" Chibs halfway teased.

"Naw," Juice responded, his frown turning into his signature grin, "just thought that it was somebody else here to see me – that's all."

Juice realized that he acting like an ass, and that he should be thankful that Chibs had taken the time out of his day to come and visit him. Besides, one hour of yard a day, and going to the chow hall three times a day, for a short period of time – was by no means enough time away from Rodrigo, the Mexican sleeping monster.

"You were hoping that there would be a better looking person on the other side of this table ta' come and see ya' – perhaps a certain redhead we both know?" Chibs said with a wink.

"Sounds about right," Juice laughed. "So you gave Allison the keys to my place and everything? I hope Gemma didn't throw too much of a fuss – you know how Gem gets about outsiders."

A nervous chuckle escaped from Chibs' lips. Where the hell should he even begin?

"Uh, now before I say anything; I want ya' to know that Allison is okay… Her truck got t-boned yesterday while it was parked on the side of Main Street –"

"Holy shit! Is she okay?" Juice blurted out, subsequently interrupting Chibs' story. His heart began to beat very rapidly as he waited for the Scotsman to reply.

The last Allison was in a car accident, she just about had to have one of her legs amputated.

"Aye, now don't go and get yourself into a tizzy. Allison wasn't even in the vehicle when it happened," Chibs responded. "Phil and I, towed her truck to TM. Sadly, it isn't going to be a write off. I estimate the damages ta' be close ta' twenty-five hundred dollars."

"Oh shit," Juice said, feeling bad that Allison would have such rotten luck so soon after released from prison.

"Aye," Chibs nodded in agreement.

"Is that all you had to tell me about brother?" Juice asked.

"Actually no…" Chibs began to run his fingers over his bearded chin out of nervousness, "there was an incident between Allison and another club member when she was leaving TM yesterday."

Juice felt like his heart plummeted into his stomach. Here it comes – somebody recognized Allison as Paul Maganoli's ex-old lady – and now Chibs was there ream his ass having contact with a club traitor.

"Chibs look brother, I can explain everything," Juice pleaded anxiously.

"Thank Christ for that, because Kozik ain't saying one peep as to why Allison felt the need to smash him across the face with glass bottle. I stopped by yer' place last night to see if she was okay… she basically told me that the Kozik and the club should leave her alone, in a rather blunt fashion I might add. I haven't talked to Gemma yet today because I came here first thing. Although I think Allison, may have ruffled Gemma feathers a bit yesterday as well," Chibs referred to Allison's description of Gemma as "that a gash of Queen."

Chibs was completely clueless about the little spat the two women had in the office, before the Kozik incident went down.

Juice began to bob one of his legs up and down anxiously. What the hell did Kozik ever do to Allison? From what she told him, Allison rarely came into contact with the other SAMTAC member's, besides Paul.

He remembered that Allison said her avoidance had something to do with how she couldn't stand the way Lee's old lady Barbara, and Donut's old lady Linda; were always up her ass about how she should spend less time worrying about her nursing career, and focus on being a better old lady and Mother.

If there was one thing in the world that would send Allison into a blind rage; Juice knew that it'd have to be somebody critiquing her skills as a Mom. Briella was the absolute most important thing to her on the entire planet. To sum it up, Allison's motto was - you mess with my daughter, and you are dead cocksucker.

"I have literally no idea why Allison would do such a thing to Kozik, or for that matter, how she would even know him," Juice lied through his teeth.

"Aye," Chibs replied tentatively, not entirely believing Juice.

Before anything else could be said, the two guards walked up behind Juice, told him that time was up and hauled him away.

Chibs had gotten the impression that Allison harboured a grudge against the MC. He suspected that figuring out exactly why she did was not going to an easy task.

Next person to talk to would be Kozik. Hopefully the conversation wouldn't end in Kozik smashing a beer bottle across his face…


Juice was not surprised to find that Rodrigo hadn't moved an inch when he returned to the cell, and was still snoring away.

He had to do some very careful thinking about how he was going to approach the problem of Allison being on the club's radar. It was only a short matter of time before somebody connected the dots, and called up to Tacoma to confirm.

Juice wasn't stupid - he knew that the guys were going to blow a gasket when they find out that he had helped Allison gain her freedom.

He had some serious decisions to make, and they needed to be made fast for Allison's safety – and his.


It felt like somebody was yelling in Allison's ear with a megaphone when her she awoke to the sound of somebody knocking on the front door. The sunlight filtering in through the small windowpanes in the door basically blinded her when she opened her eyes.

She was confused as to why her midsection of her shirt, and the top of her pants felt damp. When she looked down and saw that her pajamas were soaked in whiskey, she assumed that it probably belonged to the empty bottle lying dormant in her lap. All too soon, it came flooding back to her - the accident, Chibs, Gemma, Kozik – everything.

Suddenly there was another loud series of knocks from the door, which increased the pounding in Allison's head tenfold. When she tried to open her mouth to tell whatever asshole was knocking the door to fuck off, only a dry hacking noise came out. It felt like somebody had shoved an entire bag of cotton balls into her mouth.

"Allison Lowrance I can see you sitting there! Open this door already!"

Allison snapped out of her hangover induced fog, stumbled up onto her feet and opened the door. Why on Earth was Rachel standing on her front porch, trying to break down the door?

"Oh thank God you are okay!" Rachel exclaimed as she pulled Allison into a tight embrace. She quickly pulled away though, when she felt how soiled Allison's shirt and pants were with alcohol.

Allison let out a groan of agony as she slumped against the wall, and slowly slid back down onto the floor and into her previous position of sitting with her knees pulled close to her chest. She cradled her head, which felt like the weight of a wrecking ball, in her hands.

"What the hell are you doing here? And for the love of God, please whisper," Allison grumbled.

Rachel went and sat down on the floor beside Allison. She felt a chill run down her creepy spine as she took in all of the SAMCRO and reaper decorations scattered throughout the living room. If she was Allison; all of those decorations would drive her crazy, because they'd constantly remind her of why she was sent to prison.

"You called me at like four-thirty this morning. You were crying so hard, I couldn't make out what was you were trying to say," Rachel answered in whisper. She eyed the empty Jack Daniels bottle lying on the carpet between her and Allison and added, "I am guessing that that empty bottle has something to do with it?"

With her head still in her hands Allison simply stated, "He's here."

Rachel furrowed her brow in confusion. "Who's here?"

There was a long, heavy, ominous silence before Allison got up the courage to tell Rachel, "He's here… Herman Kozik, is here in Charming. SAMCRO…"

"WHAT?" Rachel's voice boomed like a canon.

Allison head thrashed back, hitting the wall from the shock of Rachel's sudden change in volume. "Stop yelling," she moaned.

"Shit," Rachel wanted to say more, but she was too stunned.

It was a cruel irony. If Allison still wanted to work in nursing, she would have to suffer the indignity of living in the same town as scumbag outlaw who was responsible for locking her up.

"Oh my fucking head," Allison whined, wishing that she could just conk over and die.

The only other time she could remember feeling so hung over, was the morning after she graduated from nursing school. That morning she wished would have just died from alcohol poisoning because her nausea was that potent.

On this particular morning Allison, was lucky in that department because she only had a wee hint of nausea.

"Come on, let's go get you into the shower. I'll take you out to lunch and then you can tell me all about it," Rachel said as she got up off of the floor, and held out her hand for Allison to grab as she stood up.

She was very happy with her choice to push back all of her appointment, and drive down to Charming. Allison was a woman who was clearly in need of a friend.


By 1:00pm Rachel, had poured enough coffee and water down Allison's throat that she felt halfway human. So, the two women decided to go out for lunch.

They decided on going to a local greasy spoon diner just around the corner from Juice's street, because really – nothing cures a hangover better than greasy, sodium saturated, food.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with onion rings," Rachel said as she gave the waitress her order.

"Uh, I guess I'll have the same thing," Allison also told the waitress.

"Sure," the waitress replied. She took a second to eye Allison up and down before she commented, "I'll make sure to keep the coffee coming, darling." The waitress then promptly spun around on her heels, and left the two women alone.

"Do I really look that bad?" Allison grumbled as she bowed her head in embarrassment from the waitress' comment.

Rachel bit her bottom and fought back the urge to laugh. The waitress hit the nail on the head - Allison really did look rough.

She was wearing a pair of plain black yoga pants, and a dark purple hoodie. Her hair was pulled back into a messy half ponytail, half bun. There were puffy, grey bags under her bloodshot eyes, which really didn't help to make her pale complexion look more lifelike.

"Oh just say it. I look as bad as I feel," Allison scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Rachel couldn't hold her tongue anymore and responded in a dry tone, "Wednesday from the Addams Family, looked more alive than you do right now."

Allison let out a long sigh. She supposed that she had put off telling Rachel about the whole Kozik ordeal for long enough. Rachel had been patient, but Allison could tell that Rachel desperately wanted to know the details.

"So you know how my truck got hit and is in shop, blah, blah," Allison paused for Rachel's acknowledgement. After a brief head nod from her, Allison continued on, "So anyways, out of the all the garages to choose from in Charming, the cops called TM Automotive to come and tow my truck… TM is SAMCRO's legitimate business."

Rachel's eyebrows shot upwards at Allison's comment, "Okay. So I am assuming the garage is where you ran into Kozik. What happened?"

"It's funny you worded it as, 'running into him'… I was on my way out of the compound when I suddenly collided with a large body, and almost fell backward onto my ass. I looked up and there he was - Herman Kozik. As cliché as it sounds, I literally thought that I was dreaming at first. But when he said my name, I knew that it was really him standing in front of me," Allison began to pick underneath her fingernails as she spoke. "You know it's funny, after all of this time he still called me Allie. He used to tell me that he though Allison was too stuffy sounding for me."

"What did he say to you?" Rachel asked. She felt sorry for the way the life seemed to dim out of Allison's eyes, when Allison brought up her past with Kozik.

Even though Allison was too stubborn to admit it, Rachel knew that Kozik still had a hold on Allison's heart. Just how strong the hold was; Rachel had no clue.

Allison let out a soft, sad sounding chuckle, "All he said was that this wasn't how he wanted us to meet again, or something along those lines…"

"Hold up! You mean he knew that you're out of prison and are staying in Charming?" Rachel exclaimed in a raised tone.

Was Kozik really that much of a creep to have kept tabs on his ex-lover for all of those years?

"He probably saw me the few times I had to go to TM before yesterday, when I went to get the keys to Juice's house," Allison answered flatly. She assumed that Kozik saw her the night she had frozen after she had heard him laughing.

"Uh huh," Rachel looked at Allison in the eye and asked her point blank, "do I need to be worried about your safety, Allison?"

"What? God no!" Allison blurted out. She accidently came off sounding a bit offended, even though she knew that Rachel was just trying to be a good friend/ex-attorney.

"Allison, this man whom supposedly loved you, gave you up like some sort of petty ante bingo prize to save a branch of a criminal organization."

Allison didn't know what to say. She knew that every word Rachel had just said was true. But how could all of the feelings her and Kozik shared be a lie?

In her entire life, she had never connected with another human being as strongly as she did with Kozik. He knew everything there was to possibly know about her, and could even anticipate what she was thinking. And then there was all of those time he had told her that he loved her – was all just an act, and she was that gullible to believe him? Or maybe he did he really love her, but he was lying to her about how he didn't want to live the outlaw life anymore.

Kozik's betrayal was a question Allison had been asking herself for almost seven years, and was sure that she wasn't going to figure it out anytime soon…

She let out a frustrated sigh before finally responding to Rachel's comment, "All I can do is just wait it out and see what happens. Like I said last week when you asked me about how comfortable I am around SAMCRO; they cannot really do anything to me. Throughout the entire process I never ratted on the MC, so they have no reason to take any action against my presence here in Charming. Even though I did kill Paul, my betrayal levels itself out in the MC's outlaw justice scales. If I didn't murder him – SAMTAC would have made sure that he would have met the Mayhem."

"I'll have to take your word, Allison. You know more about that the world more than I do. But if that bastard Kozik, or any other member of that club ever lays a hand on you… I'll never forgive myself for setting you up in this town," Rachel admitted.

Allison was touched by Rachel comment. She decided that it was just best to stop her story there.

All of the other details about her losing it on Kozik, disrespecting Gemma, and having a club member wanting to go out on a date with her, would just sent Rachel into a tizzy. This day was probably going to be the last time for a bit where she and Rachel could spend time together, seeing as that her nursing recertification classes were going to be starting up next week.

Even though Allison felt like shit, she wanted rest of the day to be spent talking about positive subjects, and more importantly, to have fun.


Gemma was surprised when she pulled into the TM parking lot in the early afternoon, and saw that Tara was sitting at one of the tables outside by the boxing ring, with both Thomas and Abel.

Tara didn't usually leave the hospital until 5:00pm. Even though she made a lot of money, not having Jax's income for ten months had put a strain on the family's bank account. Everyday living expenses combined with, the expenses of having an infant and one chronically ill child, added up surprisingly fast.

As soon as Gemma got out of her SUV, she made a beeline towards Tara. She hoped like hell nothing was wrong with the guys inside Stockton. The only other time since the guys had went inside that Tara was at the compound with the boys at an odd hour; was the day that Tara had gotten the that Jax had been stabbed by a Russian.

"Is everything okay?" The worry in Gemma's tone was very obvious.

"Oh yeah, everything is cool," Tara hadn't put any thought into the fact that her presence at an odd hour may mean trouble, until she had spotted the panic on Gemma's face.

Gemma's posture relaxed as she replied, "that's good. Why aren't you and the boys at, St. Thomas?"

"There was some sort of issue with a water pipe bursting at the hospital, so they had to shut down the surgical floor. My surgery got pushed back until tomorrow. I thought I'd drop by and check up on how Kozik's doing."

"You shouldn't have bothered sweetie," Gemma sighed as she pulled out a chair and sat at the table. "According to Opie - Kozik and Piney the entire night here drinking booze and listen to Piney's geezer records. Kozik woke up around noon and had Phil drive him home in the van. I tried to ask him how he was holding up, but he just told me to go to hell for the millionth time this week. Chibs tried to talk to him as well, but Kozik also told Chibs where to go. This is some pretty serious shit, Tara. It's been a long time since I'v seen Kozik this torn up."

Tara tilted her head back in shock, "lipping people off doesn't sound like Kozik."

Gemma arched an eyebrow and stated in a dry tone, "yeah no shit. I think that his random booze bender last week had something to with, Gimpy."

"Gimpy?" Tara asked, knowing that if Gemma had given Juice's mysterious friend a nickname already – she was really on Gemma's bad side.

"I went to Juice's place last night to rip that bitch a new one, and when she opened the door I saw that her legs were completely fucked up. It was like she had swapped legs with Frankenstein or something," Gemma replied wryly.

"Well did you find out why she attacked Kozik?" Tara inquired, not sure what to make of Gemma's observation.

"No! Gimpy slammed the door in my face before I could find out," Gemma scathed while shaking her head.

"Holy shit," Tara blurted out.

"Yeah I know," Gemma said as she took her sunglasses off and set them on top of her head.

"Well you mentioned yesterday that she had just gotten out of prison – do you know why she was inside?" Tara asked, her inquisitive mind trying to piece together the scenario.

"No, but Unser has a niece who works in the headquarters office for the California Department of Corrections. He's going to do a favour for me and getting his niece to pull all of the records there are for, Gimpy. We should know exactly what her angle is with SAMCRO, any day now. Until then, all we can do is wait and keep an eye on Kozik. The only other time I have seen him so distraught was after the whole Missy and Tig ordeal, went down."

Tara was surprised at Gemma's last comment. She had found out from eavesdropping in on conversations here and there, that Tig and Kozik's beef was over some dog named Missy. Among the SAMCRO circle; the feud was a taboo subject.

Also, Tara knew that this was one of those old lady situations, of which she was unfamiliar of what the proper protocol should be. Even though she wanted to drive over to Juice's house, and give this outside a Gemma style scare – she would just have to sit back and follow the Queen's lead.


It was around 11:00pm, and Rachel had left Allison to drive home about an hour ago.

Allison was lounging on the couch in the living room, combing through the categories of the twenty-first century, technological miracle know as Netflix. If she'd been allowed to access this miracle program while in Chowchilla, the time would have flown by so fast.

She had narrowed the field of choice down to the television category. She was mentally debating whether she should catch up on Grey's Anatomy, or Lost. Before she could make up her mind, a steady series of sharp knocks bellowed out from the direction of the front door.

Allison snapped her head over her shoulder to the right, and stared at the front door. Part of her wanted to answer the door, and tell whoever had the balls to knock on somebody's door at eleven o'clock at night to grab a brain.

The other part of her was scared to open the door. Last night she had opened the door to a crazy biker queen, an odd Scottish outlaw biker, and a god damned Sheriff.

The person on the other side of the door knocked again, this time more vigorously than before.

Allison walked approached the front door, but her feet stuck to the carpet like superglue about a foot away from the door. She still did not have to the courage to open that damn door. After a few anxious moments of heavy silence; the person on the other side of the door spoke up.

"Allison, I know yer' in there. Look, I understand if ya' don't want ta' speak to me after yesterday. I just came here ta' tell ya' that I can't write off your truck, unfortunately," Chibs' Scottish accent rung out. He took a moment to get a handle on his nerves before informing Allison, "Kozik isn't seriously hurt… but if he tried to hurt ya', hurt ya' in the past - or even if ya' think he may hurt ya' - don't hesitate to call me. I'll drop everything and come runnin' ta' help ya'."

Chibs cringed and closed his eyes at the lack of movement and sound that filled his ears. He hoped that he wasn't talking to a wall and making a fool of himself. However, when he heard Allison inhale sharply as if she was fighting back the urge to cry; he quickly added on, "I will call yer twice a day, until you feel that you are ready to talk." He waited several moments for Allison to articulate a reply. After what seemed like an eternity of heart wrenching sobs, he finally gave up and reluctantly walked off of the porch, down the steps, and climbed back onto his Dyna.

As he buckled up the chin strap of his helmet, his intuition overwhelmed him with the feeling that Allison's story went way beyond whatever went on between her and Kozik in the past.

Juice's words of how, "her ex-husband and his associates screwed her over," suddenly made sense. So did Allison's backhanded referrals to how the MC worked; Juice's sudden jitteriness when during his visit in the morning; and the wall Kozik and Allison both seemed to put up when Chibs, brought up either individual…

This was definitely not Allison's first rodeo.


A/N: So a quick update, Yay!

Thank you to my reviewer, and the people who have followed/ favorite since my last update.

My next chapter is going to be a flashback chapter, to an episode of when Allison was in Chowchilla.

I know that there wasn't a lot of Kozik in this chapter, but there will be more to come – trust me!

Thanks for reading and please review; good or constructive criticism is always welcome!