Somewhere outside the city's vicinity...

The security was tighten and new weapons were available this time, grenades and blunderbusses.
New strategies, having holsters with at least four pistols fully loaded and ready to use.
Light iron armor on chest and leg zone under the clothes.
But most of all, bigger and stronger groups hired.

Don Topaz lit up a new cigar, while Beryl served his boss a glass of whiskey. Needless to say, the godfather wasn't happy since that day he decided to hold hostage two of the most wanted outcasts in Equestria, and he could somewhat tell he saw It coming. But besides that, he couldn't return to public view that soon, attending the army discovered his other side.

One day a "charismatic" millionaire, in the next day, a drug and weapon smuggler, and mafia supreme boss uncovered.
It was almost nine in the morning, and he couldn't sleep for the last days, taking constantly medication to keep him calm.

"Beryl." He called, while looking outside a window of his safehouse. "Get me the journal..."

"Yes boss." The brute bodyguard walked out the room and returned with a rolled newspaper. "There you go, sir." He rested It on the table.

Topaz sat on his desk and putted the cigar on the crystal ashtray, opened the paper and he read the same article many read that morning and the previous day, with a picture of him next to the wall of text.

"So, they got notice of what was going on..." He took a puff of his cigar. "I could bribe them..."

"Honestly sir, I don't think the captain of the Royal Army wouldn't go well on It." Beryl commented.

"You have brains, Beryl..." He took a sip of whiskey. "I'll need some undercover in this. Maybe bribe the current minor rulers of this city, before a higher member of royalty comes to serve It's purpose."

The door of his safe house's office was knocked rapidly, as if someone was hammering a nail on It to put a picture on.

"Who is It?" Asked Don Topaz.

"Sir, we have something to show!" Sounded a voice from the other side, kind of in panic and eager to enter.

"Come in." He ordered with a firm voice.

The door opened, and dragged by two thugs dressed in suits and carrying muskets, a red unicorn colt wearing a sports shirt soaked in blood from his abdomen, and his mouth covered in blood and his horn with a anti-magic ring. Getting closer of the godfather, he noticed shocked that his mouth was sewed shut, and his face beaten and bruised.

"Who is this guy?!" Topaz stumbled in his words.

"He's our dealer in the warehouse on the Crystal Mountains." Said one of the guards, struggling to keep him one his hooves. "He showed up by the gate, limping and screaming with his mouth shut."

"Get his mouth open! I need to know!"

"We tried, sir. But somepony sewed his mouth with iron wire, knifes or scissors don't work."

Beryl the bodyguard, was staring at the tortured colt with a cold expression, and his eyes turned to his white shirt but now red was the dominant color. He called their attention, and the thug in the right lift his bloody shirt, to reveal stitches on his stomach, covered in dry blood, darker than the dealer's color.

"Take him to the dungeon. Open up and see what else they did!"

They all headed down to the basement, where a sick looking colt opened up is stomach again, and what they found, startled everypony in the room.

He pulled out a zip bag containing a piece of paper folded in four. The dealer was screaming but muffled in pain from having his guts open and trying to open his iron wire stitched mouth to let out his air in the mouth so he could scream louder.
The surgeon washed the bag in some water and passed to a thug nearby, asking to give It to Don Topaz, which was waiting outside the room, intrigued by what happened, who did It and why send of of his goons tortured and alive to him.

"Sir." Called the thug, holding the bag with two fingers keeping It away from him. "We found this inside him."

"Beryl! Open that shit!"

The bodyguard obeyed with no restrains, he opened the bag and unfolded the card and handed It to his boss, which he opened fast expecting answer, but what he read made him close his fists in fury, with a death wish for the senders.

His wrath in the moment had no limits, and he threw the cigar away and barged in inside the room, where he grabbed a scalpel and started to stab the dealer's guts without thinking twice.

"YOU MOTHER, FUCKER!" Don Topaz screamed furiously while stabbing the poor colt, who was screaming non stop with tears coming to the eyes of pure agony. "YOU HAD AN ARMY THERE! A FUCKING ARMY! AND YOU LET THEM TAKE OVER! I'M OUT OF BUSINESS BECAUSE OF YOUR INCOMPETENCE!"

The dealer was kicking the air, trying to get out of the operational table and It's leather straps, but Don Topaz grabbed the pistol of a thug frozen in place in horror, and he pointed at his head and pulled the trigger, killing the tortured colt instantly.

The surgeon was against a counter shocked with what he just witnessed, along with other thugs frozen in their places without any idea of running away afraid they would meet the same fate. Beryl, didn't move or flinch and just watched the horrifying scene without any difference.

The godfather breathed heavily and fast and cleaned the sweat in his forehead with a silk napkin from his suit's pocket, trying to calm down, and threw the pistol back at the thug, which he failed to grab by making an awkward juggling with It while trying to grab It in mid air.

"Get rid of him..." He whispered, and headed outside in a calm walk.