*Thank you for the reads, favs and reviews! I hope everyone likes this so far. It's kind of A/U but somewhat along the timeline of Season 4, after the guys have done their stint in prison and went to Belfast. It won't really follow the actual story line but there will be some references as to what happens in the show. Hope you guys enjoy, please review and let me know what you think. It helps me know whether to continue on or not.*

(Holli's POV)

"God, Juice!" Just as I hit my peak and called out for him I felt him stiffen and heard a low grunt. I knew he had reached his too.

He collapsed on top of me. We never made it off of the couch, in fact I don't think I have ever even stepped foot in his bedroom. We both caught our breath, almost breathing in sync. I felt his eyes on me.

"Everything ok?" I questioned as he rolled off of me.

He just nodded and stood up, taking off for the bathroom to clean himself up.

It wasn't his fault, but after every time and no matter how much I wanted it, I felt cheap. Like a late night booty call. I knew it was my choice to come here, to do this. He never pressured me in any way, he actually stopped me the first time.

Juice never made me feel that way. It was my own subconscious letting me know that I was no good. But, it never stopped me from showing up here.

(Juice's POV)

I glanced at myself in the mirror. I wanted to tell her that she needed to be with me, but I knew that I couldn't do that. Even if she did break up with Matt, she would need some time. She couldn't just jump into another relationship and I didn't want to force her.

But, I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. It was starting to become a regular occurrence. I loved what we did, feeling her body against mine writhing in sweat, but that was all she ever did was take out her frustration, anger and hurt on me.

I told her from the beginning I was here for her, that she could take it out on me. I wanted to make all his wrongs right for her. Even though I let her initiate the contact, I wanted to lay her down and love her the way she should be loved.

"Juice, I gotta go." I heard her yell to me from the living room. She never stuck around long after our "escapade".

"Just a sec." I stepped into my bedroom and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before I made my way back out into the living room.

She was already re-dressed with car keys in hand when I spotted her heading for the door.

I walked up behind her and opened the door for her.

"Thanks, Juice" Was all she said before placing a soft kiss on my cheek and heading out the door.

(Holli's POV)

Almost two weeks had gone by since my last encounter with Juice. Matt had apologized when I got home, like he always did. I told him if he ever grabbed me like that again it would be the last time he saw me. He explained how he didn't know what came over him, but he just loves me so much he doesn't want to lose me.

I do believe that he loves me, we wouldn't still be together if he didn't. But, I'm not so sure the feeling is mutual anymore. I was starting to develop feelings for Juice. I know it sounds twisted, but I almost smile a bit when Matt and I argue because I have an excuse to go see him. He was so sweet and caring, not to mention sexy as hell. He knew just how to make me want more yet satisfy my needs and desires at the same time. I don't know any other man who would let what we do continue to happen without as much as a word about it.

My cell phone ringing brought me back to reality. I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?"

"Hol, it's Opie. We need you to come to the clubhouse, got some scripts we need moved and Tara can't help us reach out this time."

"Yea, no problem. I'll be taking my lunch in about 10 minutes so just give me a few and I'll be there, alright?"

"Alright."

I hung up. I didn't mind helping the guys out. The fact that I was Margart Murphy's receptionist helped. I saw paperwork for clinics all across California. I knew Tara helped when she could, but sometimes it was just too risky for her. The doctors at the clinics knew who I was, but other than that no one knew my ties to the club or the hospital.

I finished up some paperwork before leaving the note on my desk that I had gone to lunch and would be back in an hour. I knew a clinic in Lodi that was running low and had sent a letter to St. Thomas. I hadn't reached out to them before, but I knew this would be good for them and the club.

As I approached my bright red C300 Mercedes I spotted him leaning against the drivers side door. I felt my stomach drop, I knew this wasn't going to be good.

"Hey baby." He greeted me with a kiss on the lips.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked while trying to get him to move out of the way.

"Thought I would surprise you and take you to lunch."

"That's very sweet, Matt, but I can't. I have something I have to do."

I didn't want to lie to him, but I was trying my best to avoid telling him where I was going. I knew the road it would take us down if he knew.

"Well I'll go with you. I want to spend some time with you."

Shit. Why was he so insistent on being with her? He never wanted to spend time with her outside of the house. They rarely even went out to dinner, why all the sudden now?

"I don't think that's a good idea. I just have some errands to run and then I have to get back here."

"You're going to help those thugs aren't you?"

She couldn't look at him, she knew it would give it away.

"What the fuck, Holli? I thought we discussed this already."

"I'm not doing this here, Matt. What I do and who I choose to be friends with is my business."

He grabbed my bicep and dug his fingers in as hard as he could. "We'll discuss this later at home." He pushed me back roughly before he walked away.

I had a feeling tonight may be the breaking point.

(Juice's POV)

She waltzed into the clubhouse like she owned the joint. Her black dress pants, heels and flowing pink chiffon sleeveless blouse made her look even more beautiful then she already was. No one would ever assume a girl like her was associated with us.

As soon as she approached Opie I noticed it. There were finger prints dug into her left bicep. Fury filled my body and I could feel my face burning red. I was surprised no one else had noticed it.

She looked over and caught my eye. She could see what I was motioning to and could only shrug her shoulders. I assumed by her look and the bruise forming on her arm I would be seeing her tonight.

"Juice, need you with Holli at the exchange."

I nodded in agreement to Jax.

Jax gave Holli a quick hug and the two parted ways. I headed to the bar to grab the three boxes we needed to bring with us.

I walked next to her as we headed outside to load them into her trunk.

I glanced over at her as she stood watching me load them.

"Please don't say a word to Jax or Opie. I can handle this."

"This is getting a little out of hand, Hol. It's one thing for you guys to argue, but if he's starting to lay his hands on you I don't know how much longer I can keep silent."

"Please, just let me handle this. I'm going to break it off. He can't stand my association with you guys and I'm not about to change that for him." She looked down at her feet and I suddenly realized how hard this must be for her. "Just give me a chance to take care of this."

I just shook my head. She didn't want me, Jax or Opie involved. I understood but it didn't mean that I liked it. If she didn't take care of this, I would make sure I did.

(Holli's POV)

I made sure to stay a little later than usual at work. I was later then I should have been coming back from the exchange and the last thing I needed today was Margret all over my ass.

I made up the extra hour I was gone, climbed in my car and headed home. I knew Matt would be home and frankly I was dreading it. There was no avoiding what was about to happen and I needed to decide how I would handle it.

I replayed Juice's words from earlier in my head. He was right, this was getting out of hand. We had been together for 12 years, I wasted all of my 20's with him. I was 29 years old and my personal life was shit. I vowed to never be with a man who treated me this way and look where I ended up.

I knew what I would have to do, but I had no where to go and no one other then Juice to turn to. I never told a soul about this except him. I was royally fucked.

I wheeled into the driveway and observed Matt's F-150 in his usual parking spot. My heart began to race. I thought it would jump out of my chest if that was at all possible.

As I walked through the front door he was already perched in his couch spot. I tried to ignore the tension that slammed me in the gut the minute I stepped into the room.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to stay a little late for Margret." It wasn't a lie.

"You sure you weren't with the rest of the biker whores over at Teller's place?"

I did everything I could to ignore his remark. I really didn't want to start already, I just walked through the door for Christ's sake.

"What would you like for dinner?" I tried to change the subject.

He got up from his spot and headed in my direction. I noticed a flicker in his eyes I never saw before, but his face looked calm.

SLAP! I felt the stinging on my cheek and tasted a small amount of metallic in my mouth from the blood on my lip.

CRUNCH! Before I was able to guard my face from any more blows I heard my nose crunch. The bastard punched me. I fell to the floor and laid on my side as the tears from the pain and shock started to pour from my eyes.

I tried to protect myself from anymore hits. Just as I moved to roll over I felt a slam to my gut. He kicked me in the stomach before I could curl into a ball.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear "If you ever ditch me for those fuckers again you won't be able to cry next time."

I had to get up and get out of there. I wasn't sure what he would do to me next but the pain was so great I couldn't move yet. I just laid on the carpet praying I would pass out from the pain so I wouldn't feel anything.