Ace (Z Boys #5) Read Online Sofia Aves

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

Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)

His last card will trump them all.

Mentor, officer, and soldier Lincoln ‘Ace’ Kelly loves the men he leads. Z Unit was always a suicide mission. With a short life expectancy, none of his team were supposed to have attachments.
Never get involved.
Linc broke rule number one by bringing the love of his life along with him. Belgian Malinios Helix is as much a part of the team as the men who would lay down their lives on his orders without question. But when those orders start to ring false in his mind, Lincoln question what’s coming down from the top…and where he’s sending his boys.
As tensions inside the unit hit boiling point, Lincoln seeks a distraction…and finds it for a second time in Hadleigh Rawson.
Blonde, stunning and an agent for an unnamed intelligence agency, Hadleigh’s mind works as fast as anyone on his team. And while their chemistry is undeniable, Linc begins to suspect she’s part of a bigger picture.
One that he can’t see in full.
He has to get it right to prevent chaos ruining his unit on a deadly mission when she tags along. Which is fine if she is on his side.
But what if she’s not?



“If you sign here, and here.” Ridgell pressed a wooden pen into my hand, and waved flamboyantly at the paperwork that flapped in the desert breeze. “We can get that unit of yours all set up.”

Pink grit that lodged itself in every crevice and coated my tongue swept across my field of vision. The camp remained quiet, like every afternoon on shift change. I eyeballed the gate, my ears pricked for the whistle of an incoming mortar but the only thing that swept across the open plain was pink dust and more pink dust.

Something in my superior officer’s tone warned me, and I stared up into his glinting eyes. The soon-to-be Brigadier and I didn’t see eye to eye on anything. Why he offered me up the promotion and the unit I wanted so badly with such ease made my head ache.

“Mind if I read it?”

“Oh, go ahead.” His tone remained light and cheery, despite the victorious gleam in his eyes.

I dipped my head, scanning through the pages, but I already knew there was nothing to worry about. I pressed the nib to the paperwork as a flash of red drew my attention from the small table Ridgell had laid out in the middle of the yard opposite his office in what was fast promising to become a sandstorm for reasons known only to himself.

The red moved closer. Just a tiny thing out of place on a quiet afternoon. Footsteps, padding forward. Soft and quiet, not out of place but not in the right place, either. I raised my head, spying the person moving stealthily toward us through the thickening sand. The pen dropped from my hand as I shot forward, tangling my feet in the table legs as it crashed to the sand, taking me with it.

“What in the blazes—” Ridgell cried, backing up in a quickstep I’d never seen him perform before.

“Stop!” I yelled as the red scarfed assailant raised a very shiny, very new knife, arching over Ridgell’s prone form. My sidearm was in my hand in an instant. Muscle memory took control, flicking the safety off, cocking the weapon, and I fired.

Took a life in a moment, but nothing in the training prepared me for the hole in my heart at the same time as I put one in someone else’s child.

Ridgell cooed over me, cheering me to the people who emerged from tents, the clamor that followed. He took command back, removing the scarf from his assailant’s neck to show the clean shot.

That was what we trained for. The moment we needed to use what we’d learned without thinking. I’d done exactly what I was supposed to, at exactly the right time.

No one could tell me for a year afterward why my heart hurt so bad over a belief system that didn’t support what I’d done. It didn’t occur to me until a month later that Ridgell pocketed the dead man’s necktie, as the thing never came up in evidence in the weeks that followed.

Not when the then Brigadier demoted me the next week for letting the base become infiltrated by an insurgent. Dreams of reestablishing the old WWII unit were swept away in a bluster of grit and rank, beneath the weight of a wooden pen.



“Move in. Run silent.” I spoke into my transponder in an undertone as figures scattered before me. I tried to track them all, but they moved faster than I expected. I swore under my breath, and forgot I’d left the mic on.

“Damn, he is a newbie at this shit.” King’s voice echoed in my ear.

“Shoulda left the officer baggage at home.” Joker joined the melee.