Page 52 of A Shared Mind

Clay chuckled. “It was a police interview when he was arrested once. I had a friend hack into the FBI database and download a copy. She found it for Teddy’s research.”

I exhaled a fearful breath as I took Clay’s hand and squeezed it. He was a fucking lifesaver.

Nico laughed. “It ain’t bad to have friends in high places, I guess. So, what else did dear old dad say in that interview? It’s no fucking wonder they killed him if he was talking to the Feds.”

I stepped forward. “Who killed him? I mean, it’s been a long time, Nico. Nobody can be charged on hearsay evidence, and my book is merely a work of speculation.”

Nico turned to Clay—Danny. “So, Danny, what’s your stake in this?”

“I’m his partner, and I want him to write his book. He needs to get it out of his head so we can plan our life. Give him what he wants, and you can watch me blow him.”

I wasn’t so sure I was down for that, but Clay was smart to give Nico a goal to work toward. I trusted my guy completely.

Nico watched Clay turn to me and smile. Fuck it. “Yeah, whatever he says.”

“Oh, dude, he’s your Daddy. That’s so fucking hot.” Nico sounded as though he’d just uncovered a gold mine, and who was I to dissuade him?

I glanced at Clay. “Well, he found us out. So, uh, what do you want to do, Daddy?”

He laughed. “Keep talking.” Clay turned to Nico and smirked.

Clay took a seat at the island and poured the two of us more fake vodka while I poured Nico another tequila. Clay pulled me between his knees and wrapped his arms around me while kissing my neck.

Feeling his silky tongue against my burning flesh was a beautiful distraction. If I could get the dickhead in front of me to spill his guts and get out of the house, I’d drop my pants and let Clay fuck me right there with butter as lube. Sadly, we were there for another reason.

“Why was Sonny Russo’s tongue cut out?” I asked.

Nico downed his next shot and smirked. “Fucker got mouthy with a cop according to Tino Gallo. Sonny was my father’s second, and when Sonny got picked up for some bullshit charge regarding pressuring a new restaurant to buy only from the family’s wholesaler, Sonny tried to send them to look into Batty Benny Anselmo’s crew but fucked it up. Uncle Marco didn’t take it lightly. Batty Benny was nuts, but he was a good earner for Uncle Marco.”

“Okay, so Uncle Marco had Tino cut out Sonny’s tongue?” I asked.

I pulled my shirt from my chinos and grabbed Clay’s hand to cup my crotch in hopes of fueling Nico’s fire and maybe loosening his lips.

Nico shot back another tequila. “The way I heard it, Tino cut out Sonny’s tongue to keep him from telling that Tino killed my dad. Shot him in the head as went outside the social club to have a smoke. Sonny had been there with my dad to see my mother who worked at DeLuca’s restaurant while she was going to beauty school. Some folks say it was Sonny who killed Ramon because he was in love with Mom too, but Sonny swore that wasn’t true. Said he saw Tino kill Ramon.”

Clay didn’t stroke me through my pants so we could both pay attention to what Nico was saying. It wasn’t ideal, but if it kept Nico talking... I decided to boost the tension, so I lifted Clay’s hand, guiding it down my pants where Nico could see it.

The kiss to my neck warmed me down to my toes, but I had to pay attention. “So, your mother, did she know Sonny was maybe in love with her, too?”

Nico shrugged. “If she did, she never mentioned it. I think, as Mom told the story to her cousin, Tino was after my dad’s spot as capo under DeLuca, so did he kill Ramon or did Sonny? They both had good reasons to pop the old man, but so did a bunch of other people. My dad was an asshole. Can I see his dick, Danny?”

Clay put his hand over my erection and kissed my neck again. “Don’t tell us what you think, Nico. Tell us what you know or who would know how Ramon died.”

By then, Nico was completely toasted and close to passing out, so I moved Clay’s hand from my pants and stepped away from him. “Nico, you want a berry shot? They’re amazing.”

I reached into the cabinet over the counter and pulled out a bottle of a berry-flavored sleep aid I’d picked up at the store, pouring a dose into a glass before I added a shot of tequila.

Nico swayed on the bar chair, so we were on our last lap around the information track. I put the shot in front of him before unzipping my pants to show Nico my black briefs and the head of my hard cock sticking out of the waistband asking one more question before he passed out. “So, how’d that go over with Johnny DeLuca. Was he good with that?”

Nico shrugged. “Johnny was pissed about Ramon. He was a made guy, and nobody had talked to Johnny about taking him out, or so Uncle Marco told my mother. I mean, I was just a kid when shit happened. Show me how you jack him off and I’ll get you an appointment with my mom for a haircut at her salon, Beauty Bar. It’s over at Wilson and Marconi. You can ask her all the shit you want because she loves talking about it with her best friend, Mary Jane. MJ was married to Tino for a while, but they got divorced when she caught him cheating with a younger woman.”

It was a relief to hear that we had a loose idea of who killed Ramon, but the details were still sketchy. To repay Nico for his drunken admissions, I pulled down my briefs and exposed my half-hard dick.

Clay quickly covered me with his hand and whispered, “What the fuck are you doing?”

I glanced over my shoulder and smirked at the beautiful man behind me. “Jack me, please.”

“Seriously?” Clay chuckled.