Joker (Z Boys #3) Read Online Sofia Aves

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Z Boys Series by Sofia Aves

Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)

It’s only a game while you’re smiling.

Scotty Evans used to be the perfect soldier. An intelligence officer for the RAF, his loyalty to rank holds until he discovers the worst betrayals come from within, dissolving as he falls into the void of addiction and grief.
Bonded together in the Z Unit brotherhood, an Australian military venture that doesn’t officially exist, Scotty wears his designated call sign as a mantle, warding off anyone who comes too close to digging into the ruined soul beneath it.
To complete his mission he has to return to Trilogy, the gambling den where he left his innocence and dignity to uncover an illegal arms deal. But he’s not the only one with a mission…
Analise Larsen has lost something, too. Searching for her wayward sister, her objective throws her into Joker’s path in a clash of wills, snark and dark desire.
Escaping the casino unscathed seems impossible, if they can leave at all…


A joker is a little fool who is different from everyone else. He's not a club, diamond, heart, or spade. He's not an eight or a nine, a king or a jack. He is an outsider. He is placed in the same pack as the other cards, but he doesn't belong there. Therefore, he can be removed without anybody missing him.

— Man Ray


“Two more days, Scotty. Just two more.” Winston Ramses Killington leaned back in his desk chair. A few threadbare canvas patches strained to contain his bulk.

“Home will feel good, sir.” I perched on the edge of my chair, my spine rigid and uniform uncreased in the presence of a superior officer.

There might only be three ranks between the RAF group captain and a lowly flight lieutenant, but with only a few serving years and a single deployment to my name—this one—it may as well have been the English channel for all I could breach the divide. Winston was aptly nicknamed Churchill with a solid head for strategy, and had, over our past three months on foreign soil, taken on an informal mentorship to further my career.

“Relax, boy. No one important is watching you.” Winston stared out past me, though there was nothing beyond the tent than a wall of sagging sandbags jammed against diamond mesh and the hazy barren desert beyond.

“You are,” I said without thinking. “Sir.”

“And I’m important? My head won’t fit back in my tent if you keep kissing my arse, Evans.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re not going to get far if you can’t banter on days filled with nothing but grit and long hours, son.”

“It’s not the Army. Sir.”

Winston laughed. “Better. We’ll make a proper military man of you yet. Two days, Evans. Then we’re home.”

On British soil. A pipe dream, as the plane didn’t arrive on schedule. It wasn’t unexpected; they never did.

But it was enough time for everything to change.

I’d look back on those two days, when my career seemed certain, when I never fired a weapon outside a practice range. When Winston talked and I thought I understood what he was saying.

Two days before I lost my mentor in a puff of cordite and shadow fired from a weapon within our own compound. We were so busy watching for an enemy beyond the gates, we forgot to check who was already within them, wearing our own uniform.

Two days before Scotty Evans lost respect for rank and countrymen.

Before I became the Joker.



Sweat trickled across the back of my neck and along my spine as Ace’s dark eyes blazed at me.

“Well?” he demanded. “Are you going to be able to do it?” His face reddened as I took my time to answer him, lacing my hands behind my head.

“Well, ability doesn't come into it, Lucas. It’s more whether I want to or not.”


“That’s really not necessary, you know,” I said idly as the sweat made its way down the crack of my arse, itching abominably. “But the show of respect is nice.” I wriggled down in my chair and crossed my ankles on his desk.

“You might be RAF, Evans, but you’re one of mine. I have to get on a fucking plane and go meet your toff family if someone actually shoots you, which I don’t doubt might happen any day now.” Ace planted his fists on the desk, pressing them down into the wood to tower over me as he rose from behind his desk.

It was a move designed to intimidate, and it failed in magnificent fashion.

I studied him with a critical eye, thickening my accent for shits and giggles. “You know you could lose a bit of weight. Maybe lay off the seafood.”

“Don’t you mother me, Joker.” Ace glared at me, seating himself with a huff. “Well?”

“Hmm? Oh, the job. Of course I’ll find time for you, sir.” I gave him my prettiest smile, and took my feet off his desk.