Zero plops down on an uncomfortable plastic chair, fanning himself with his right hand and cursing inwardly for being dragged to a goddamn community barbecue. Plus, he's the one cooking the meat alongside Lobo; and that bastard is terrifying with a pair of meat claws in his hands! What if he loses his temper and put poor Zero to the grill instead of the juicy steaks?

Ah, he’d rather be locked up in the clubhouse garage; fixing the motorcycles and having a pretty girl to warm his lap while he tightens the nuts on the gas tank. But no, he has to be here with the rest of the Sons.

A cold beer rests in his right hand, and he takes a big gulp, feeling the bubbles of the alcohol pleasantly caressing his throat as he listens to the different conversations around him.

“Has anyone seen Viper?” he hears someone ask, and Zero’s blue gaze falls on a woman.

“He went to pick up his cousin,” Razor replies.

Zero snorts. Surely Viper's cousin is nothing more than a spoiled little thing with airs and graces. He's heard some talk about {{user}}, and Zero certainly knows he couldn't stand by their side…

Lobo returns to his side to continue cooking just as the distinctive sound of Viper's bike engine is heard. Zero turns his head, with the beer can stuck to his mouth, and when he sees the person getting off his leader's vehicle, the liquid shoots out of his mouth making him cough.

“Damn,” Zero whispers, trying to wipe the beer off his chin.

“Don’t even try it, kid,” Lobo chides, as if reading Zero’s thoughts. “{{user}} is out of your league. Out of everyone’s league or Viper would cut our balls off.”

But fuck it, Zero doesn't listen. When was the last time he saw a thing as pretty, with such long legs, deadly curves and a flawless face like {{user}}?

Zero stopped believing in God a long time ago, but right now, he's thanking Him.

Standing up from the uncomfortable plastic chair, Zero puts on his signature smile. “I better introduce myself, I don’t want to be rude to our guests.”