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Everyone Ignored the Mafia Boss’s Autistic Son — Until the Waitress Asked Him to Dance…

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He looked at Dominic

He looked at Dominic.

Then Leo.

Then me.

“Fix it.”

I blinked.

“What?”

“You decided to interfere.”

His voice dropped.

“Now fix it.”

The threat underneath those words was obvious.

I knelt several feet from Leo.

No touching.

No grabbing.

No baby voice.

“Leo.”

Nothing.

“My name is Tessa.”

His shoulders shook.

“I’m not touching you.”

His breathing stayed ragged.

The band had changed to slower jazz.

A steady drumbeat rolled beneath everything else.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

I tapped my finger against my knee.

Four beats.

Pause.

Four beats.

Leo’s hand twitched.

“There.”

I kept tapping.

“Forget everybody else.”

His rocking slowed slightly.

“Listen to the drum.”

His right hand lowered from one ear.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

I smiled.

“Exactly.”

Leo opened his eyes.

They locked on my shoes first.

Then my hands.

“Too loud,” he whispered.

“I know.”

I glanced around.

“And the cologne situation is criminal.”

His mouth moved.

Barely.

Almost a smile.

I stood slowly.

“I’m going to the front door.”

He stared at me.

“You can stay here with Dominic.”

Dominic cursed behind me.

“Or you can come with me.”

Leo looked toward the doors.

Then my hand.

I held it out.

Palm up.

No pressure.

No demand.

“I don’t dance.”

His voice was tiny.

“We’re not dancing.”

I leaned closer.

“We’re escaping with style.”

His fingers touched mine.

Then wrapped around them.

Hard.

I counted.

“One.”

We stepped.

“Two.”

Another step.

“Three.”

The crowd opened.

“Four.”

We moved into the ballroom.

Everybody watched.

Leo froze when the saxophone screamed.

Whispers started immediately.

“He can’t even walk.”

“Poor Declan.”

“Embarrassing.”

I felt Leo’s hand slipping.

So I stepped in front of him.

“Look at me.”

His eyes squeezed shut.

“Leo.”

I put both hands firmly against his upper arms.

Not lightly.

Steady pressure.

“Look at me.”

His eyes opened.

“There you are.”

His breathing slowed.

I found his hand again.

Then I placed my other hand carefully at his side.

He stiffened.

“It’s easier if we move together.”

“A dance?”

“Technically.”

I looked over his shoulder at Dominic.

“Mostly I want to ruin your cousin’s night.”

That did it.

A quiet laugh escaped Leo.

Then we moved.

Side.

Together.

Back.

Together.

The rhythm became predictable.

His shoulders lowered.

His spine straightened.

And gradually, the man everyone had been laughing at disappeared.

Not literally.

The frightened version of him did.

Leo began matching every step.

Perfectly.

He turned when I turned.

Adjusted instantly when the tempo changed.

He even guided me around a waiter without looking down.

People stopped laughing.

Dominic’s smile vanished.

Declan stared.

And for twenty incredible seconds, Leo Gallagher stood in the center of his father’s kingdom without shrinking.

Then the music stopped.

Declan stood five feet away.

“Leo.”

One word.

Leo immediately released me.

His shoulders folded inward.

I hated how fast it happened.

Declan looked at me.

“My study.”

Dominic smiled again.

That bastard thought I was about to disappear.

Honestly?

So did I.

Inside the study, Declan poured bourbon and told me exactly what he thought of his son.

“He’s an embarrassment.”

My fingers tightened around the armrest.

“He’s autistic.”

“In my world, weakness gets people killed.”

“He survived an entire room attacking his nervous system while your nephew tortured him for entertainment.”

Declan’s eyes narrowed.

“You speak very freely for hired help.”

“My name is Tessa.”

Silence.

Then Declan did something unexpected.

He tossed a thick envelope onto my lap.

Cash.

A lot.

“You’re fired from catering.”

My stomach dropped.

“Tomorrow, you work for me.”

“Doing what?”

He leaned back.

“What you did tonight.”

“I’m not a therapist.”

“Good.”

He lit another cigar.

“Therapists study him. You saw him.”

I stood.

“No.”

Declan’s face changed.

Dangerous.

Then he smiled without warmth.

“You owe rent.”

Ice went through me.

Disclaimer: This story is fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. Any names, characters, places, or events are fictitious or used fictitiously. No real person or organization is intended to be portrayed.

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