Loose Cannon: American Badass, #2

By Dani Stowe

Bastion. He has a thing for superheroes.

 

And there's no better real-life superhero than the smart and sexy Senator Gemma Jones. Not to mention, she has those steel blue eyes that fit the superhero persona Bastion lusts for. But Senator Gemma Jones has a weakness—her kid brother, who's everybody's pain in the ass. Luckily, Bastion is the oldest of three brothers, so he knows what it takes to turn boys into men. And it's going to take three men to band together and save a superhero.

 

This is book two of the American Badass series by Dani Stowe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dani Stowe
• Release date: May 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386753476

Dani Stowe

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LOOSE CANNON

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WARNING: This book contains material that may not be suitable for all readers due to its sexual content, graphic imagery, and some violence. It has been formatted to fit mature minds.

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Edited by Kim Burger

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ABOUT ME

MORE BOOKS & SERIES

Chapter 1

This story is told in its entirety by

Bastion

Real. Life. Superhero.

That’s what I think when I think of Senator Gemma Jones. I look up to see the senator has entered the hangar and I can’t believe my eyes.

I have to agree with Specialist Ransom, mumbling under his breath, She’s so fucking hot. The skinny enlisted soldier in my charge straightens his slouching spine.

I look to the rest of my team of subordinate soldiers dressed in camo and they all get taller—coming to attention without having been asked.

Senator Gemma Jones looks like someone straight out of a comic book—brunette with long legs, steel blue eyes, and a busty chest. I’ve seen her on television, but she looks a lot different in person. On TV she has the appearance of a balls-in-your-face politician, but in person, she looks like a genuine superhero. If she had indeed been crafted from a comic book world of crime fighters, she’s not hiding her superhero identity very well. She’s wearing a fitted, cut-at-the-knee, bright red dress complete with a matching slim blazer with shoulder pads that makes her look like she’s about to kick ass.

The woman exudes power and I can see my soldiers stick out their chests as Senator Jones swiftly glides into the hangar—smoother than a glider plane despite the six-inch red heels. She’s in the company of her bodyguards, all dressed in black suits, who were likely soldiers once...except for the fatty slouchy one who is rubbing me the wrong way. He makes me uneasy as he rolls his eyes at my men. He’s an asshole. Ain’t no way he was once a soldier.

But these are not government paid suits. They are privately paid. They are carrying more weapons than is typically allowed and I have no doubt that most of what they are packing are not government-issued either.

Gemma Jones has money. It’s what got her into the political arena and what keeps her there. Her family owns one of the largest international shipping companies in the world, among other assets.

I can’t help but wonder what she has on under that superhero suit that was likely designed by some French designer for thousands of dollars to fit exactly snug on her bodice. I venture to think how much her underwear costs and if it could be lace or satin or cotton under that red dress suit. It wouldn’t matter. I’ve fought with all kinds of fabric—yanking panties to freedom with my teeth. Jeez, I’d love to get into a fight with her panties. I’d love to be her adversary, her villain. Come to think of it, if she is a superhero, she probably has on spandex. I don’t think my pearly whites have had the pleasure of grinding on stretchy spandex just yet. That would be an awesome tug-of-war.

I call my men to attention as she gets closer. She glides right past us—soldiers lined up in a perfect array, yet she heads straight towards the display of firearms and weapons.

Senator Jones glances over the weapons and turns to us. Her voice has a sultry, raspy, and somewhat off-worldly sound when she speaks. Where’s my new guy? she asks. Where is the officer that is supposed to give me a demonstration?

I step forward. I’m not an officer, Senator Jones. I’m a First Sergeant. You can call me Sergeant Badass.

Senator Jones looks stunned. Is that a joke? she asks and her glide turns into a cautious stomp as she moves towards to me.

That’s not a joke, I say proudly, but if you’re uncomfortable calling me by my last name, you can just call me Sergeant.

She examines me for a minute with her steel blue eyes under a crinkled forehead that shows she is deep in thought. She looks me up and down—assessing me as if she needs to be sure I’m not mocking her, as any villain would. I take it she’s not used to having people fucking around with her, which I’m not.

She makes eye contact with me. It’s a bit peculiar that she makes me feel cautious; I don’t get the jitters easily. It almost feels like she does have superpowers behind those out-of-this-world eyes. It feels like she can see right through my green eyes, under my thick skull with short blonde hair, and deep into my soul. I wonder, what does she see as she stares at me? Her eyes soften and her forehead relaxes. I see a smile wanting to play at the corner of her mouth, but it’s obvious she doesn’t want anyone to see her without her stern superhero disguise.

Okay, Sergeant, she says, show me your guns.

The relaxed suits chuckle, as do I, and the senator realizes the silliness of the comment she just made and rolls her eyes. I know my soldiers are chuckling too, internally, as they remain standing at attention.

At ease, I tell them and I ask my soldiers to line up behind the table as we rehearsed yesterday to help with the demonstration.

Today my job is to be more of a salesman than a soldier. Senator Jones is here to assess the firearms as well as the tank we’ve parked in the corner of the hangar. Although the senator is the owner of a billion-dollar company known as World Gem Shipping and Enterprises, she’s not here to secure any contracts. She’s here on behalf of the House Armed Services Committee.

We all know how Senator Jones, the youngest woman in Congress at thirty-three-years-old, only a few years older than me, feels about weapons. Her father, a former politician himself, died in a hunting accident and her older brother was killed in action as a marine overseas.

I need to convince the