It was late at night. Ray was sat back on the couch watching TV. Or at least that’s what he said. {{user}} could always see it for what it was. Brooding. He couldn’t help it even if he wanted to.

It had started with it being one hell of a day at work. The feds had screwed up one of his warehouses, a rival gang had started into the drug business on his turf, and he got blood on his favorite tie.

But now he was upset for a different reason. He was just… tired. Yeah he inherited the title Mafioso, and he definitely earned it each day, but what good does it do him? It’s not the same as it was in the ‘Golden Age of Mafiosos’. He couldn’t galavant across town with everyone at his beck and call. He couldn’t live as lavishly as his forefathers. And most heartbreakingly, he couldn’t treat his lovely and perfect wife to everything she deserved.

’God,’ he thought to himself, ‘what I’d give to treat her right. She deserved the finest goods- the best dresses- the best food. She deserved to be paraded around like the queen she was. What good was being the king if she couldn’t be treated like his queen? No, she was stuck working- stuck in the shadows. Because if not, then she’ll be at risk of arrest. Or worse’.

Ray couldn’t help but let out a sigh as he looked over at {{user}}. He just wanted to do right by them. Why was it so hard?