Free Conall by Reana Malori

from across the room. Thinking back on their conversation, he shook his head at the audacity of the old broad.
    “ Conall? What are you over there brooding about?” Her voice crisp, just like it was every time she spoke, made him smile. Soft and cuddly could never describe her.
    “I’m fine, Margorie. Did you need something?” he said, not bothering to turn around.
    “Well, I’m just wondering when you’re going to stop feeling sorry for yourself and take care of business.” Her words stopped him cold. Did she know more than he thought? It wouldn’t surprise him if she did. But still, it was best that he not confirm anything and make it official.
    Turning from the window to face his secretary, his brow crinkled in a frown. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    Pausing for a second, she gave him a look that told him she knew more than she let on. “Hmmmm, okay, so that’s how you want to handle this? Okay, we can do this your way.” Pausing for a second, she gave him a hard look. “You have a meeting in thirty minutes in the Washington Conference Room. Here are the notes you need to read before you go in there. Don’t stand there staring out the window too long, you have work to do.”
    “Keep it up, old woman, and I’ll toss you out of here. I swear, sometimes you act like you run things around here,” his gruff voice called out to her. His bark was worse than his bite, and she knew it. They had this conversation at least once every other day and she usually just laughed at him. His threat to fire her was an empty one. Margorie would always have a place with Conall, but he couldn’t let her just walk all over him.
    “Yeah, and if you did, you wouldn’t be able to find your ass from a hole in the ground. Now quit pussyfooting and do what needs to be done.” With those insightful words and a tilt of her perfectly arched eyebrow, she walked out of his office and went back to her workstation.
    “Old bat. One day, I really will fire you. See how you like that.” It didn’t skip his notice that he was talking to himself, in a low enough tone that Margorie couldn’t hear him from outside of his office door. Laughing to himself, he couldn’t believe that he, Conall O’Shea, a man who put fear into the eyes of grown men, was mumbling under his breath so that his secretary wouldn’t come in and threaten to box his ears. What had the world come to ?
    Coming back to the present as his car pulled up to his brother’s place, he waited for Al to open the door before stepping out. Straightening his coat, he glanced from left to right as he walked into the building where his brother spent most of his time. Shannon was usually wrapped up in the arms of a beautiful, buxom whore willing to open her legs for him at the drop of a dime. Hell, even he wasn’t immune to the charms of the women who worked for his brother. At least, he wasn’t until now. After meeting the sassy and beautiful Tatiana, there was only one woman who he wanted to give pleasure to, and she sure as hell didn’t work in a brothel.
    One hour later, Conall exited his brother’s establishment satisfied with the answers he’d been given. Things were well in hand and this deal would go through without a hitch. After all the work he’d put into it, it damn well better.
    Now it was time to go see Tatiana. Giving the order for Al to drive him to her home, he took a few moments to relax and think about the upcoming night. Now was the time to forget about work, even if only for a minute. He wanted to hold her in his arms. Feel her soft skin against his. Just the thought of her had his dick hardening in his pants. There was something about this woman that drew him to her. If her brother hadn’t run to her like a little bitch, Conall never would have met her. So, maybe he should thank the kid instead of dropping him into the Boston Harbor with his ankles attached to a cinder block.
    Rubbing his hand down his face at the thought of how he’d even gotten