A little fillie who sat in one of the many red sofas started to cry. Brad quickly turned around and pointed the gun against the fillies head.
Why don´t we all agree on some comfortable silence, said Brad and smiled at her in a sinister way. She looked at him with her big blue eyes which where filled with tears and started to cry even louder. She pressed her small hooves against her face. Brad looked at her parents.
Why don´t you make sure your daughter is quiet, or i´ll make sure she will never be able to speak again, he said calmly. The parents looked terryfied and calmed their daughter. After a couple of seconds, the fillie was quiet. Brad turned around and faced the owner. He continued to walk towards him, and so did the rest of the gang.
Spit out the money, said Brad and he looked so pleased and proud of himself. Once again he had convinced the gang that he was capable of being the leader. The owner looked furious as he gave them the money.
You will regret this! said the owner, but his muscular body, his blue beard and his eyes full of rage didn´t scare Brad at all.
Oh I woulden´t be so sure, said Brad with despite in his voice. They gang walked out of the resturant. When Brad was one step away from the door he stopped, turned around and looked at the owner one last time.
I almost forgot, he said, because of your cooperation I´m going to give you a little gift, it´s nothing special, it´s just this little fellow, and he threw in a homemade bomb into the middle of the room.
Arrivederci! he said and ran out of the resturant. Just when the customers were about to scream, the bomb detonated an the whole place was set on fire.
The gang ran to the car, hid their guns and the money, and drove away as quickly as possible. This was no ordinary group of gangsters, this was the Sodalicium.