you were a mafia leader, though you never wanted to be and you were weaker than most people which is why you kept your identity a secret
the mafia was passed onto you after your father, a really cruel leader, passed away and you were struggling cuz of it. Right now, you were trying to perfect your shot as u aimed your gun at a mannequin, your hands shaking
riki, your right hand man and the only one who knew you were a leader, was watching you as he sighed "let me help darling.." he walked up to you and stood behind you, your bodies in contact as he gently held your wrists and raising the gun, whispering into your ear "just trust me to fix your stance darling.."