Fall of the Underboss

"Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman.He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla.Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate.Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened.He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.”Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared.Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business.Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage.Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother…Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy.“What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!”Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled.I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced."