Disclaimer: I only own my original story line, and my OC's. Kurt Sutter owns everything else.
Allison was wide awake as she lay in her bed at the motel. She had only managed to get about four hours of sleep, due to her mental unrest.
There was this heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach that something very bad, was going to happen very soon. What did it mean exactly? Allison had no fucking clue. It was driving her absolutely insane though, because she usually she had a pretty good idea of what her intuition was trying to tell her.
Her run in with Chibs at the convenience store was also plaguing her mind. She did not believe that she had actually agreed to have a drink with him – a patched member of the Sons of Anarchy.
She had only been on the outside for one week, and she was pissed off at herself for faltering on her vow to stay as far away from the MC - excluding Juice - as much as humanly possible. The undersexed, irrational part of her mind wanted her to actually go through with her promise and call up the handsome Scotsman.
However, the logical side of her brain told her she should run as far away from the man as possible. Allison had tried a relationship with a Son twice – both times it failed miserably. So why would any sane person want go down that road again?
The couple in the room above her's also contributed to her lack of sleep. They were going at it like rabbits for at least three hours already. They made their bed shake so hard that Allison could feel the walls vibrate in her room. She could even tell every time they changed positions because the woman yelped out like deranged horse. Allison was sure that when the woman reached her climax; her scream was shrill enough to summon some sort of evil, ancient God from the past.
When the couple began to go at it for the fourth time; Allison gave up all hope of ever falling back to sleep.
She rolled from her back onto her side, to see what time it was. When she saw that bulky, wood paneled, digital alarm clock read 4:06am – Allison died a bit inside. She had a long assed day ahead of her, and being as exhausted as all hell certainly did not help her bad mood.
"Might as well get up…" Allison grumbled to herself as she rolled out of bed.
It took her about an hour to do her morning stretches, shower, style her hair, and apply a bit of makeup. After getting ready, she gathered up her several bags full of purchases from the last seven days and loaded up her truck.
As Allison locked the door to that shitty motel for the last time, she felt like she was about to step off the precipice of the current chapter of her life to begin a whole new one. She had no idea what this new chapter would look like, but she was excited none the less.
Despite all of the obstacles that had been thrown in her path, she had come out victorious. Allison was a free, healthy, competent, independent woman. So as far as she was concerned, SAMTAC and Paul's entire fucking family could burn in hell.
Losing her daughter, her lover, her freedom and dignity, was supposed to break Allison to the point of no return. She was expected to just accept that fact that it was her duty to let them sweep her under the rug like an unwanted dust bunny.
Those Italian pricks and Harley riding assholes clearly had no idea about who Allison was, or what she was capable of.
The world was now hers and she was free to manipulate the path of her own life.
It had taken Allison about forty minutes of driving around the fair sized town of Charming, until she finally found Juice's street. She was quite relieved and pleased at what she saw; knowing how minimal a club member's income could be at times
Vermilion Avenue was located in a fairly good neighbourhood. It was far from being Beverly Hills, but was by no means a ghetto. Her first clue was that there were no iron bars on windows, or big burly dogs chained up outside.
Brick and wood sided bungalows from the 1970's, lined both sides of the street. All were painted various hews of bright colours. Flower gardens lined the sides of houses, which were compliment by richly green, mowed lawns.
Allison was somewhat wary by what she saw as she parked her truck in the drive way of house number 2219. Juice's house was in the right in the center of his side of the street. The look of it matched that of the rest of the street.
The wooden siding of his house was painted white, while three moss green bands circled the perimeter of the house, all varying in width. There was a large single door garage attached to the front of the house. To the right of the garage, there was a small sized, screened enclosed, front porch. The wooden bordering and pillars that held up the screening were painted white. On the roof, the light grey shingles the covered it looked pretty tattered - but that was to be expected on such a dated house.
Compared to his neighbour's front yards, Allison observed that Juice's yards was in very sorry shape. The grass stood about three feet tall, and had random bald patches scattered throughout. Clearly nobody had bothered to mow his grass for several months. No flowers or trees of any sort were present within the bounds of Juice's property lines. It was safe to say the Juice's yard was the ugly duckling of the street…
Allison grabbed her purse off of the passenger seat, and got out of her truck. As she walked up the five concrete steps that lead up onto the porch, she hoped that the interior of the house wasn't as ratty looking as the exterior was.
The screen door that entered the porch had no lock on it, so Allison, didn't bother pulling out the house keys from her purse until she was standing inside the porch.
After Allison unlocked the deadbolt on the house door, she held the key in the doorknob lock for a moment. She prayed that the lesson of the importance of keeping a clean home which she had taught Juice so many years ago, had stuck with him.
When Allison twisted the doorknob and stepped inside Juice's home; she felt a wave of repose wash over body.
Directly in front of her was a nice sized living room. There was a black suede couch perched in front of a 45inch flat screen TV. Black plastic shelves were mounted on either side of the wall behind of the TV, and were stocked full of assorted video games and DVD's. Spread around the room was speakers of various sizes and shapes, all part of a high tech home theater system.
Allison chuckled to herself – Juice sure loved his technology.
Reaper flags and other Anarchy ordainment were scattered throughout the room. The harsh blackness of the décor contrasted highly, with the off white walls and dull brown shag carpet.
The corners of Allison's mouth slowly curved upward into a smirk when she noticed that every inch of the room looked absolutely spotless – Juice was still a clean freak.
Allison walked over to the couch and threw her purse down on it before went to go explore the rest of the house.
The far end of the living room merged into the main hallway. On the opposite side of the hallway was a small kitchen area. The walls in the kitchen were painted the same off white shade that lined the walls in the hallway and kitchen. The countertops were the same dated, moss green colour of linoleum that covered the floor. True to the era, the kitchen sink and oven were also the same shade of green. Allison was thankful to see that at least Juice had bothered to put in a modern era, stainless steel dishwasher and fridge. In the middle of the kitchen was a round wooden table with four matching chairs.
Allison shook her head as she followed the hallway to rest of the house, wondering how Juice could stand living with such an ugly assed kitchen. But then again, Juice had never been one to cook lots either.
The next room Allison explored was on the right hand side of the hallway, which was the bathroom. Allison died a bit inside when she saw that the colour scheme was the same as in the kitchen. The bathtub, sink, and toilet were the same nightmare inspiring green. Once again, the walls were a depressing shade of off white. The floor however, was covered with large, dark brown tiles which had a crème coloured floral design in the center.
Apparently Allison was going to have to adapt to seeing green and brown…
When she continued her tour of the house, the next room Allison ventured into was the spare bedroom where she would be staying. There wasn't much in it except a queen sized mattress on plain, medium stained, oak bedframe. At the far end of the room, there was a large dresser which matched the bedframe. Much to Allison's dismay the walls and carpet were the same as in the living room. She was definitely going to have to do something to spruce up the room once she was settled in.
The two other rooms of the house were the laundry room at the end of the hallway, and Juice's room which was directly across from Allison's room.
There was a closed door on the far left hand side of the hallway which Allison figured led down to some sort of basement. She thought about going down to explore it, but ultimately thought the better of it when her irrational fear of basements kicked in.
After her god awful experience with Paul in their basement back in Tacoma, Allison avoided the things like the plague. A ridiculous phobia was just another thing Allison could tick off on a list of ways Paul, fucked up her life.
When her little exploration had concluded, Allison decided that she would be content with her shelter for the next four months. The house was small and fairly dated, but compared to the concrete 8 by 10 Allison was used to - Juice lived in fucking a mansion.
Kozik stood in front of the mirror covered closet doors, in his bedroom. He wore nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. His blonde hair was damp from his shower and stood out in a million different directions.
He scrutinized every little detail of his physique from his tattoo's, to his muscle tone, to his scars, and the even wrinkles around his eyes and across his forehead.
When his eyes fell upon the jagged, ten inch long scar that stretched along the inside of his right thigh – Kozik grimaced at the memory of the god awful day he had acquired the scar.
It was a cool night in 1991 – well as cool as nights can get in the Kuwait desert. He, along with the rest of his Marine Company was tasked with the mission of clearing out a small abandoned village. For the first portion of the village, everything was fine. No enemy resistance anywhere… but then they started to go off.
Landmines
Lots and lots of them.
Apparently in the interval between the civilians fleeing and the Marines advancing, the enemy decided the plant mines underneath the houses and streets. Once his comrades started to trip the mines, enemy snipers began to open fire. All around him Kozik, saw his buddies fall to the ground from either the never ending rainfall of bullets. If they didn't get shot, their bodies were blown up to the high heavens.
Despite the destruction, Kozik and his squad continued on with their mission which was to reach the small mosque and secure it. They had almost reached their objective when the Wilson, the man on point, fatally stepped on a mine.
There was no time to even comprehend what was happening. All Kozik remembered was hearing a high pitched whine, the sensation of his body flying backward, and seeing his comrades' body disassemble in a violate fashion. He felt a crippling sting shoot up from his right leg, before the world faded into a definitive blackness.
When he awoke in the field hospital several hours later, he was informed that he was the only surviving member of his squad. If Kozik wouldn't have been the last one in line, he would have been obliterated along with the rest of his buddies. He escaped with a concussion, a broken right tibia, and a fairly large piece of shrapnel embedded into his right thigh. Thankfully, the shrapnel had only slightly nicked his femoral artery so medics and doctors were able to save his life.
His injuries were enough to send him back to the States with an honourable medical discharge. Once Kozik was back in the States, his rehabilitation began – which awoke a menacing demon.
To cope with pain, the doctors had prescribed him a cocktail of painkillers. Within days, he began to enjoy the dull floating sensation the drugs gave him. Months later when he was all healed and his medications had run out, his body still yearned for the high. So, he found out how to get more pills off of the street from one of his discharged Marine buddies.
The more pills he took, the less intense the high felt. This led him to expand his drug horizon. Over a course of two years, he went from popping Oxycontin and Vicodin's; to eventually shooting up heroin.
By that point, Kozik was living alone in some ghetto apartment, in a bad district in his hometown of San Jose, California. He had given up trying to hold a job, so he began to shoplift to finance his habit. One night he and a few of his other drug buddies were high and got caught trying to shoplift electronics from a department store.
Just as fast as that landmine Kuwait had ruined his life, Kozik found himself stuck with a ten thousand dollar fine and a two year prison sentence.
While he was inside, his older brother Nathan proposed a deal to him. If Kozik would promise to stay clean once he was on the outside – Nathan would pay off his fine.
Nathan was twelve years older than Kozik. He owned and operated a customized motorcycle garage, so he could afford to take a ten thousand dollar dent. He hoped that prison was the wakeup call his little brother needed to get his ass back on the right path.
In some ways prison did give Kozik, the wake up call he needed. What was the point of life if you stumbled through it, half bright and foggy eyed all the time?
Once Kozik got out, Nathan had a mechanic's position waiting from him at his shop. Kozik however declined, and decided that he needed to go somewhere quieter than San Jose, if he wanted to stay sober.
He knew buddy from his teenage years who was a mechanic in the quaint town of Charming. His buddy told him of an opening at the garage where he worked at, TM Automotive. Kozik took the job, and after that – the rest is history.
Allison was the only person in the world, other than his brother, who knew how and why Kozik became a junkie. It was a very personal subject matter for him that he did not take lightly.
All the club members knew or cared about, were that he was an ex-junkie, but he had his shit under control. None of his club members knew his story – not even Tig, or Happy.
It tore him up having to explain, how he watched all of his buddies die right in front of him. The shrill sound of those landmines detonating still haunted him, and would continue to do so until the day he died.
At the age of twenty, in a foreign land, halfway across the globe; Kozik started down the path that led him to where he was today.
He wasn't proud of the man he had become.
He was a murderer, a liar, and in his opinion – a coward.
Why was his life spared, when so many other good men lost theirs?
One night, cuddling in bed with Allison after some mind blowing sex, she asked about how he got the large scar on his leg.
Kozik surprised himself when the story started to roll off his tongue; like he was describing some ordinary, everyday event. Halfway through the story Kozik, couldn't fight it anymore and broke down bawling. He was just that comfortable around Allison – and trusted her that much – to show his emotions.
Instead of freaking out like he thought she would, Allison simply drew him close and let him cry out years of mental turmoil onto her chest.
After that night Kozik, knew for sure in his heart and soul that Allison, was the sole woman on the planet who was meant for him.
If she was put in the position Kozik was put in, when all of the shit went down with Paul and club; Allison would have saved him and stuck by his side.
He regretted choosing the club over Allison every single day.
However, today was going to be the day that he changed all of that. He was going to look her in the eye, and tell her how ashamed he was of himself. He would show her how tortured his soul was and ask her for forgiveness – even though Kozik knew he did not deserve it.
"Ya' got a minute Gemma?" Chibs' Scottish accent made her look up from her desk.
"Sure honey, what's up?"
"Well uh," Chibs fiddled nervously with his goatee, knowing how upset Gemma was going to be with what he had to say. "You remember the redhead that came lookin fer, Juicy Boy?"
Gemma dropped the pen she was holding at the mention of that gash, "Yeah, what about her?"
"Turns out her and Juicy know go far back together. She just moved ta town, and needed a place to stay so, Juice wanted me to give her the keys ta his place," Chibs replied cringing at the scowl which formed on Gemma's face.
"What!?" Gemma shouted as she stood up, "we don't even know who the hell this bitch is! There is no way in hell I am giving her those keys."
"Eh' calm down, Gemma. I went up ta Stockton two days ago and confirmed it with Juice. He insisted that she stays at his house, and that you and the club leave her be. I gave her the keys the other night and as of this morning, she is moved in," Chibs tried to explain in a calm manner.
"I don't give a shit about what Juice says. She's an outsider, so therefore, it's my job to know who Juice is letting in," Gemma refuted.
"I wouldn't do that if I was ya. Juice was dead serious about leaving Allison alone. He said that she has just got out from serving some time. It's really none of our business Gem," Chibs warned.
Gemma's jaw scraped the floor in shock. An ex-con who Juice had never mentioned before in his life, suddenly decides to set up house while Juice is locked up - and Chibs had the nerve to tell her it was none of her business.
She wanted to tell Chibs, that he and Juice could kiss her ass. She quickly thought the better of it though, and decided that there was more than one way to skin a cat.
"Alright, if that's really what Juice wants," Gemma answered in a calculated, friendly tone.
"Good thinking Gem. No need lighting fires when there is nothing there." Chibs smiled totally buying into her act.
He then turned around and left to go back to whatever he was doing before.
As soon as Chibs was out of earshot, Gemma picked up the phone and dialed a number. After four or five rings, the person on the other end picked up.
"Hello?" Wayne Unser groggily answered.
"You sober enough to do a favour for me Wayne?" Gemma got right down to business.
"Yeah sure, I was just napping. What do you need?"
"Does your niece still work in the administration office for the California Corrections Department?"
"Far as I know. Why do you ask? One of the boys in trouble or something?" Wayne groaned the realization that this favour wasn't going to be an easy one.
"No, we are all good. I need you to ask your niece if she can get copies of all the incarceration records for a woman named, Allison Lowarance," Gemma replied.
"Sure, I'll see what I can do," Wayne paused wondering if he even wanted to know what Gemma was looking for. He decided that since he had to go through the painstaking process of contacting his whiney niece, he might as well ask. "Why do you want to know about this woman?"
"No particular reason just yet… but I think there is going to be trouble down the road."
After Allison had unpacked her all of her belongings, she realized that there wasn't a single crumb of food in Juice's house. By that time it was around one in the afternoon, so it was safe to say she was completely starving.
Charming only had two grocery stores. The closest one to Juice's house was on Main Street, in the heart of Charming.
Allison was loading her heaping cart full of groceries onto the checkout conveyer belt when suddenly, the distinctive noise of metal crashing into metal, rung out from the parking lot. Just like everybody else by the tills, Allison craned her neck to the side to see what happened.
She was totally infuriated when she saw that some asshole driving a large SUV ran off of the road, and slammed right into her truck on the side of the road.
"You've got to be shitting me!" Allison shouted as she grabbed her purse out of the cart, pushed her way through the crowd at the entrance of the store, and out to her truck.
"Get the fuck out my way," Allison growled as elbowed her way through the thickening crowd of gawkers on the sidewalk.
When she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, she saw that the driver of SUV was out of out his vehicle and appeared to be fine except for a few cuts on his face and hands.
"What the hell is a matter with you?!" Allison's roared as she approached the man. She saw several heads snap in her direction, but she didn't care, "don't you know how to fucking drive you dimwitted prick?"
The driver was a male who looked to be in his mid to late fifties. He was wearing a pair of black khaki shorts, and a plain white t-shirt which had a large brown stain in the center of it. Allison judged that the man was mostly likely intoxicated based upon, the glassy look in his eyes and the pungent aroma that emanated from him.
"Hey watch your mouth lady!" Some random female bystander snapped, as she helped the driver sit down on the side of the curb.
Allison shot the lady a death glare and refuted, "Fuck you! It is my business, because that's my fucking truck that's half demolished!"
The lady backed off after that; scared away from further confrontation by Allison's flaming temper.
Allison was about to dial 911, when she heard the sirens of emergency vehicles approaching from down the road. Within seconds a police cruiser screeched to a halt by the scene, followed by a fire truck and an ambulance.
A tall black police officer and his Latino partner were the first officials to get out of their vehicles. The Latino right away went to work at shooing the crowd away. "Alright people, if you actually saw the accident occur, please come and talk to me to give a witness statement. Otherwise, go about your regular business."
While his partner took care of witness statements, Deputy Sheriff Cane, approached Allison, "Ma'am I take it you are the owner of the 2005 Dodge Ram?"
Cane made his assumption based upon the furious expression he saw on Allison's face.
"Yes I am," Allison replied curtly.
"Can you tell me what happened Ma'am?" Cane asked in a professional tone.
"That asshole t-boned my truck while I was inside getting groceries!" Allison gestured with her hand to the driver who was now being strapped onto a gurney, "What the hell do you think happened?"
"Please calm down Ma'am. I can assure you that the San Joaquin Sheriff's department will get to the bottom of this, and make sure that justice is delivered accordingly."
Allison rolled her eyes at Cane's spiel. At this point in her life, she had absolutely no patience for the professional posturing of law enforcement.
"Oh I am sure you will. How about I just give you my damn insurance information and registration so you can go write your little report? And then after that, call me a damn tow truck so I can find out if my truck needs to be written off - since you're such a stoic enforcer of justice, and so forth," Allison responded wryly.
Cane knew that there was no point in pointing out Allison's foul attitude, so went and talked to the SUV driver while the fire department ensured that neither of the vehicles were a fire hazard.
Fifteen minutes later, the firemen determined that everything was safe so, Allison was clear to go into the glovebox of her truck to grab the necessary documents. She gave Deputy Cane the information and filled out a police report. When she was done, she handed the clip board to him and he called a tow truck for her.
Some mom and pop tow truck company that the firemen had called came by, and hauled off the driver's SUV before the company Deputy Cane had called, arrived at the scene.
Allison was didn't catch the name of the company that Cane had called, so it was a surprise when Allison saw a beige truck which had TM Automotive printed on the side, roll up to the scene.
Just fucking great.
The last thing she wanted to do with her day was spend hours around SAMCRO, while they figured out if her truck was kaput or not.
Her heart began to palpate when none other than Chibs, jumped out of the passenger side of truck. The morbidly obese man from the second time she stopped by TM, climbed out of the driver's seat.
Chibs furrowed his brow when he saw Allison standing by the red Dodge. He immediately quickened his casual stroll to a jog, inevitably leaving Phil in dust.
"Lord help me…" Allison muttered under her breath when she saw that the Scotsman had zeroed in on her.
She seriously could not seem too avoid that man.
On one hand, it wasn't really a bad thing, seeing as that he was very open and friendly with her the few times they had interacted – not to mention the fact that he was easy on the eyes. It was highly evident that Chibs found her attractive, based on the way he grabbed her waist at TM and the lustful look in his eyes at the convenience store when he asked her out.
If it was any other town, and Chibs was anything other than a Son; Allison probably would not have a problem with Chibs. But the reality was that she was living in Charming, and Chibs was a member of the MC.
It was something that Allison simply could not deal with. She had just been granted a miraculous second chance at life; it would be highly foolish and ignorant of her to throw it away, by getting involved in the fucked up world of the MC, again.
"Christ, you okay Lassie? Are ya hurt? What happened?" Chibs blurted out question after question, once he had reached Allison.
Allison forced a smile on her face, despite the fact that she was still raging inside, "I am fine. Some asshole ran into my truck while I was getting groceries."
Chibs let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He was very relieved to hear that Allison wasn't in the vehicle at the time of the accident. The last thing he'd want to have to do is go up to Stockton and tell Juice, that his friend was laid out in a bed at St. Thomas.
Chibs surprised himself at how angry he felt at the thought of somebody hurting Allison.
He didn't know why, but he found himself feeling more attracted to Allison, than he had about any other woman, in a very long time.
She had damn good figure - that's for sure.
But there something in the way that she carried herself and spoke which drew Chibs to her. Allison was very sure of her place in the world, and was very intelligent about her surroundings. It was a unique type of confidence which gave Chibs, the impression that she had been around the block once or twice.
Chibs also picked up the weary frustration hidden behind her hazel eyes. He knew that it meant she was tired, but more importantly; she was lonely. He knew this because he recognized the same look in his eyes, when he looked in the mirror. This connection only made him want to get to know her more.
"I'm very happy ta' hear that yer not hurt," Chibs said tenderly, "I am however, sad ta say that your truck is not lookin' too good."
Allison sighed, "I was afraid you were going to say that. You think it's a write off?"
Chibs took a moment to scrutinize the damage before he spoke, "It looks touch and go. I won't know fer sure until we get it back to TM."
A dread filled groan escaped Allison's lips. So this was life on the outside…
Allison never thought she would be so thankful to be pulling into the SAMCRO compound. Sure Filthy Phil was a nice guy, but the truck cab was way too small for the two of them and Chibs.
The drive to TM from Main Street was short, so awkward small talk had not been issue, much to Allison's relief.
Once Phil had parked the truck in front of an empty bay, all three people hastily exited the truck.
Phil went to the back of the truck, and began to help another mechanic unhook the Allison's Dodge from the tow truck.
Meanwhile Chibs, stood off to the side and talked to Allison, "it should take me no more than forty-five minutes until I have a damage estimate worked out fer ya'."
"Alright," Allison nodded. She was happy that Chibs could get to her truck right away.
Chibs put a hand on the small of Allison's back and began to lead her towards the office, "Gemma's got some paperwork fer ya' ta fill out."
The mention of Gemma's name made Allison stop dead in her tracks. She couldn't help but the blurt out, "Did you tell her that I moved into Juice's place, yet?"
At that given moment, she really was not in the state of mind to deal with bitch like Gemma.
"Aye, this morning actually," Chibs answered. He decided that it would be best to leave out the details of Gemma's tantrum.
"Good," Allison let out a relived huff.
With that reassurance, Allison and Chibs continued their stroll to the office.
"We need some MVA forms Gem," Chibs said as he and Allison stepped into the office.
Gemma's mouth dropped slightly when she saw Allison, standing beside Chibs. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed Chibs' hand on Allison's waist.
"Sure honey," Gemma replied while sizing Allison with her eyes.
"Right, I'll go get to work and leave you two gals too it." Chibs replied while cringing as he turned around and left. He sensed the tension in between the two women, and hoped that he wouldn't suddenly hear a shouting match while he was in the garage.
"So you got in an accident then sweetie?" Gemma asked dryly as she began to flip through her filing cabinet for the forms.
"Truck got hit on the side of the road while I was in a store," Allison stated coldly.
"Hm," Gemma grunted as she plucked out a stack of papers, and closed the filing cabinet drawer. She attached them to a clip board and handed it to Allison, along with a pen.
Allison sneered at Gemma, unimpressed by the aggressive way she showed the objects towards her. Allison then went and sat down on the plaid couch, threw her purse to the side, and began to scribble down her information.
Gemma went to her spot behind her desk, and pretended to go back to her paperwork, "Chibs tells me that you are staying in Juice's house while he's inside." Gemma commented in a very passive aggressive tone.
"That's right," Allison replied not bothering to divert her eyes from the paper. She fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing where this conversation was going to lead.
"He said that apparently you and Juice go way back," Gemma added, wanting to prompt Allison to share more.
"Yes we do."
Gemma sighed in an irritated fashion and threw her pen down, "You an ex of his honey? Because if you're only here to clean him out; we have got ourselves real a problem here."
"I am not," Allison replied in a shrewd tone. She decided to continue on further, knowing that bitches like Gemma, are never satisfied until they think that have the truth, "We grew up in Queens together. He dated my little sister for several years."
"Uh huh," Gemma decided to up the ante, "Chibs also mentioned that you just got out of prison."
Allison stopped writing and threw the clipboard to the side. Did this bitch strap Chibs down into a chair and interrogate him, or something?
Gemma prodding about her prison time is where she drew the line.
"Yeah I did," Allison spoke in a very assertive voice, "and before you ask what my sentence was - don't. I get that you being the Queen Bee around here, makes you feel entitled to know every little thing, about every member's personal life - but my life and my relationship with Juice, is none of your damn business. I ain't some half brained whore of a croweater, or a damsel in distress looking for protection from the club. I don't have the time or the patience, for your old lady, meddling bullshit. Have Chibs call me on my cell when he is finished." Having said her piece, Allison then grabbed her purse and charged out of the office.
Normally Gemma would have gotten in Allison's face, and punched her lights out for her addressing her in such a vitriolic fashion; but instead she just sat there and watched Allison walk away.
Allison seemed to know what she was talking in regards to the club, a bit too much, for just being some outside broad off of the street. There was more to that gash then Juice let on to Chibs…
Hopefully Unser would pull through and get her Allison's criminal history soon. But until he did, it going to drive Gemma absolutely batty.
Kozik sat on a stool in front of the bar in the clubhouse, staring off into nothing. He was trying to decide whether or not his anxiety induced stomach ache, could handle the grilled cheese sandwich that was sitting in front of him.
It was only 2pm, but felt as if the day had stretched on for and eon. Nothing seemed to be able to get his mind off of what he had to do, and who he had to face, at the end of his day.
Scenarios of how Allison would react to him kept playing though his head, like a never ending playlist. Would she cry, or scream in his face? Would she actually listen to what he had to say, or slam the door in his face? Would she punch him out, or hug him?
"You gonna eat than son?" Piney's gruff voice from the stool beside him brought Kozik, out of his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, here you can have it," Kozik mumbled in an absent minded tone as he shoved the plate to the right.
Piney let out a sigh and shoved the plate to the side, "I don't want you damn food. Tequila is all I need for my lunch." Piney decided to switch topics, "what's been going on with you this past week? First you drown yourself in a bottle for two days and neglect club business. Then you walk around here with your brains at half mass all day, snapping at everybody like a bulldog."
Kozik hung his head. Here it was - the inevitable Piney lecture Opie had promised he'd receive.
"It's just some personal stuff," Kozik answered reluctantly.
"I may be old, but I'm not stupid," Piney asserted. "What's the name of piece of pussy that's got you so twisted up inside?"
Kozik curled his lip upward in disgusted at the notion of Allison, just being a piece of pussy. He knew from Piney tone though, that the older man was trying to be sincere.
"Allison."
"Uh huh. You hurt her bad, but you still love her," Piney stated.
Piney's all too correct analysis made Kozik, look up at him in shock. How the hell did he know that? Opie better not have told his Pop about what they talked about at his house. He confided in Opie, understanding that Opie would keep the knowledge of Allison, to himself.
Piney let out a deep old man chuckle at the deer in headlights expression plastered across the blonde's face.
"Relax kid. I've been there and done that." Piney referred to his severed marriage with Mary.
The older Piney got, the more he found himself reflecting on the mistakes he had made with Mary. The club, his alcohol problem, his cheating and his inability to express his love outwardly; had all caused his marriage to tank. The knowledge that his poor character and lifestyle choices had drove away the love of his life was the biggest regret he carried around with him.
"I didn't think I'd ever see her again… then I found out that she's in town…" Kozik shared tentatively.
"You need to find her and just tell her how you feel. It's the only way to get past this funk you're in," Piney replied. He thought back to about how good it felt when he told Mary how he really felt, before he tried to shoot Clay several months ago. "Even if it is too late, you can find peace in knowing that you told her how you really feel. At the end of the kid, the only thing that matters in this world is your loved ones. The club, your job, you motorcycle; all of that is minuscule compared to the importance of the love of a woman. Before you know it, you'll be fat, old, and half dead like me."
Kozik felt like somebody sucker punched him in the gut when he realized that his fears were confirmed. He committed the worst sin a mortal man could, by betraying the one woman who would have stuck by him no matter what…
However, Kozik feel a bit more confident about confronting Allison. Sure, Piney was a mean old drunk; but Kozik had caught on a long time ago that he was very wise, despite his faults.
"Thanks old man," Kozik managed to muster up a weak smile, "I better get back to work."
Kozik then grabbed his beer and walked away from the bar to the direction of the door.
When he was sure Kozik was out of earshot, Piney shook his and chuckled, "Oh the joys of love."
Allison was seeing red as she made her way toward the gate. She knew that she might have said a bit too much back there, but she did not care at the moment. All she could think about was finding a bar nearby where she could indulge in a basket of spicy chicken wings, while she downed a very stiff Jack and Coke.
When Allison walked past the clubhouse, she was busy digging in her purse looking for her cellphone. She really needed to call Rachel and vent to her about her shit ass day.
All of a sudden she felt her body collide with a much larger one, as a cold liquid splashed onto her abdomen.
Allison untangled herself from the body, as she began to yell, "Hey watch where the hell-" When she looked up to see who the moron was who ran into her - she froze.
Time seemed to stand still, when Kozik's and Allison's eyes locked.
Allison thought that she had to be dreaming. Or maybe she hit her head and as hallucinating…
It wasn't really him.
She tried to deny the vision before her; but then it hit her. Her intuition last night and that morning wasn't about her truck getting hit… it was about her running into Herman Kozik.
Allison's heart began to beat wildly, as every muscle in her body began to tremble from a mixture of sheer shock and sorrow. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
As Kozik's eyes were locked together with Allison's; he felt all the same emotions that she was. But the look of defeat and vulnerability in Allison's hazel eyes, made him feel like the most worthless piece of shit on the planet.
Allison was the strongest, most level headed, intelligent individual he had ever meant. Her resilience in not allowing the bad circumstances in her life, dictate her path; was one of the qualities he had admired about her the most.
Yet here she was, standing before him trembling like newborn puppy. The assumption that his actions had broken such a strong woman was terrifying – but seeing it firsthand was absolutely crippling.
Acting on instinct Kozik, reached out and placed a hand on her right shoulder, "Allie, this is not how planned for this to happen."
Kozik's touch combined with the sound of his voice, brought Allison out of her shock. Without giving it a second thought, she grabbed the beer bottle that he held in his right hand and smashed it across his face.
The sound of the glass shattering, and Kozik's body hitting the concrete covered earth was the most deafening noise Allison had ever heard.
"You stay away from me you son of bitch!" Allison shrieked at Kozik who was sprawled on the ground. Before she sprinted away from the scene and out of the compound, she briefly glanced down at Kozik. What she saw the last thing she had ever expected too see in his crystal blue eyes... deep seated remorse.
A/N: So here is chapter 5. Things are really starting to get rolling now.
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