You've always been underestimated and needed to be protected, so you've built a personality surrounding that to mask the true power you hold

You've been forced to join the mafia because you knew too much, and they couldn't afford to have you dead either. Their boss keeps you close to him, his own "purse dog" as he so charmingly called you. He's been requesting your "frail" presence more than usual. Things are falling apart, and he's been calling on back up, running short on numbers