mp.godfather-第6章

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hall　into　an　empty　bedroom。　Her　legs　went　weak　as　the　door　closed　behind　them。　She　felt　Sonny's　mouth　on　hers；　his　lips　tasting　of　burnt　tobacco；　bitter。　She　opened　her　mouth。　At　that　moment　she　felt　his　hand　e　up　beneath　her　bridesmaid's　gown；　heard　the　rustle　of　material　giving　way；　felt　his　large　warm　hand　between　her　legs；　ripping　aside　the　satin　panties　to　caress　her　vulva。　She　put　her　arms　around　his　neck　and　hung　there　as　he　opened　his　trousers。　Then　he　placed　both　hands　beneath　her　bare　buttocks　and　lifted　her。　She　gave　a　little　hop　in　the　air　so　that　both　her　legs　were　wrapped　around　his　upper　thighs。　His　tongue　was　in　her　mouth　and　she　sucked　on　it。　He　gave　a　savage　thrust　that　banged　her　head　against　the　door。　She　felt　something　burning　pass　between　her　thighs。　She　let　her　right　hand　drop　from　his　neck　and　reached　down　to　guide　him。　Her　hand　closed　around　an　enormous；　blood…gorged　pole　of　muscle。　It　pulsated　in　her　hand　like　an　animal　and　almost　weeping　with　grateful　ecstasy　she　pointed　it　into　her　own　wet；　turgid　flesh。　The　thrust　of　its　entering；　the　unbelievable　pleasure　made　her　gasp；　brought　her　legs　up　almost　around　his　neck；　and　then　like　a　quiver；　her　body　received　the　savage　arrows　of　his　lightning…like　thrusts；　innumerable；　torturing；　arching　her　pelvis　higher　and　higher　until　for　the　first　time　in　her　life　she　reached　a　shattering　climax；　felt　his　hardness　break　and　then　the　crawly　flood　of　semen　over　her　thighs。　Slowly　her　legs　relaxed　from　around　his　body；　slid　down　until　they　reached　the　floor。　They　leaned　against　each　other；　out　of　breath。
　
　It　might　have　been　going　on　for　some　time　but　now　they　could　hear　the　soft　knocking　on　the　door。　Sonny　quickly　buttoned　his　trousers；　meanwhile　blocking　the　door　so　that　it　could　not　be　opened。　Lucy　frantically　smoothed　down　her　pink　gown；　her　eyes　flickering；　but　the　thing　that　had　given　her　so　much　pleasure　was　hidden　inside　sober　black　cloth。　Then　they　heard　Tom　Hagen's　voice；　very　low；　〃Sonny；　you　in　there？〃
　
　Sonny　sighed　with　relief。　He　winked　at　Lucy。　〃Yeah；　Tom；　what　is　it？〃
　
　Hagen's　voice；　still　low；　said；　〃The　Don　wants　you　in　his　office。　Now。〃　They　could　hear　his　footsteps　as　he　walked　away。　Sonny　waited　for　a　few　moments；　gave　Lucy　a　hard　kiss　on　the　lips；　and　then　slipped　out　the　door　after　Hagen。
　
　Lucy　bed　her　hair。　She　checked　her　dress　and　pulled　around　her　garter　straps。　Her　body　felt　bruised；　her　lips　pulpy　and　tender。　She　went　out　the　door　and　though　she　felt　the　sticky　wetness　between　her　thighs　she　did　not　go　to　the　bathroom　to　wash　but　ran　straight　on　down　the　steps　and　into　the　garden。　She　took　her　seat　at　the　bridal　table　next　to　Connie；　who　exclaimed　petulantly；　〃Lucy；　where　were　you？　You　look　drunk。　Stay　beside　me　now。〃
　
　The　blond　groom　poured　Lucy　a　glass　of　wine　and　smiled　knowingly。　Lucy　didn't　care。　She　lifted　the　grapey；　dark　red　juice　to　her　parched　mouth　and　drank。　She　felt　the　sticky　wetness　between　her　thighs　and　pressed　her　legs　together。　Her　body　was　trembling。　Over　the　glass　rim；　as　she　drank；　her　eyes　searched　hungrily　to　find　Sonny　Corleone。　There　was　no　one　else　she　cared　to　see。　Slyly　she　whispered　in　Connie's　ear；　〃Only　a　few　hours　more　and　you'll　know　what　it's　all　about。〃　Connie　giggled。　Lucy　demurely　folded　her　hands　on　the　table；　treacherously　triumphant；　as　if　she　had　stolen　a　treasure　from　the　bride。
　
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　Amerigo　Bonasera　followed　Hagen　into　the　corner　room　of　the　house　and　found　Don　Corleone　sitting　behind　a　huge　desk。　Sonny　Corleone　was　standing　by　the　window；　looking　out　into　the　garden。　For　the　first　time　that　afternoon　the　Don　behaved　coolly。　He　did　not　embrace　the　visitor　or　shake　hands。　The　sallow…faced　undertaker　owed　his　invitation　to　the　fact　that　his　wife　and　the　wife　of　the　Don　were　the　closest　of　friends。　Amerigo　Bonasera　himself　was　in　severe　disfavor　with　Don　Corleone。
　
　Bonasera　began　his　request　obliquely　and　cleverly。　〃You　must　excuse　my　daughter；　your　wife's　goddaughter；　for　not　doing　your　family　the　respect　of　ing　today。　She　is　in　the　hospital　still。〃　He　glanced　at　Sonny　Corleone　and　Tom　Hagen　to　indicate　that　he　did　not　wish　to　speak　before　them。　But　the　Don　was　merciless。
　
　〃We　all　know　of　your　daughter's　misfortune；〃　Don　Corleone　said。　〃If　I　can　help　her　in　any　way；　you　have　only　to　speak。　My　wife　is　her　godmother　after　all。　I　have　never　forgotten　that　honor。〃　This　was　a　rebuke。　The　undertaker　never　called　Don　Corleone；　〃Godfather〃　as　custom　dictated。
　
　Bonasera；　ashen…faced；　asked；　directly　now；　〃May　I　speak　to　you　alone？〃
　
　Don　Corleone　shook　his　head。　〃I　trust　these　two　men　with　my　life。　They　are　my　two　right　arms。　I　cannot　insult　them　by　sending　them　away。〃
　
　The　undertaker　closed　his　eyes　for　a　moment　and　then　began　to　speak。　His　voice　was　quiet；　the　voice　he　used　to　console　the　bereaved。　〃I　raised　my　daughter　in　the　American　fashion。　I　believe　in　America。　America　has　made　my　fortune。　I　gave　my　daughter　her　freedom　and　yet　taught　her　never　to　dishonor　her　family。　She　found　a　'boy　friend；'　not　an　Italian。　She　went　to　the　movies　with　him。　She　stayed　out　late。　But　he　never　came　to　meet　her　parents。　I　accepted　all　this　without　a　protest；　the　fault　is　mine。　Two　months　ago　he　took　her　for　a　drive。　He　had　a　masculine　friend　with　him。　They　made　her　drink　whiskey　and　then　they　tried　to　take　advantage　of　her。　She　resisted。　She　kept　her　honor。　They　beat　her。　Like　an　animal。　When　I　went　to　the　hospital　she　had　two　black　eyes。　Her　nose　was　broken。　Her　jaw　was　shattered。　They　had　to　wire　it　together。　She　wept　through　her　pain。　'Father；　Father；　why　did　they　do　it？　Why　did　they　do　this　to　me？'　And　I　wept。〃　Bonasera　could　not　speak　further；　he　was　weeping　now　though　his　voice　had　not　betrayed　his　emotion。
　
　Don　Corleone；　as　if　against　his　will；　made　a　gesture　of　sympathy　and　Bonasera　went　on；　his　voice　human　with　suffering。　〃Why　did　I　weep？　She　was　the　light　of　my　life；　an　affectionate　daughter。　A　beautiful　girl。　She　trusted　people　and　now　she　will　never　trust　them　again。　She　will　never　be　beautiful　again。〃　He　was　trembling；　his　sallow　face　flushed　an　ugly　dark　red。
　
　〃I　went　to　the　police　like　a　good　American。　The　two　boys　were　arrested。　They　were　brought　to　trial。　The　evidence　was　overwhelming　and　they　pleaded　guilty。　The　judge　sentenced　them　to　three　years　in　prison　and　suspended　the　sentence。　They　went　free　that　very　day。　I　stood　in　the　courtroom　like　a　fool　and　those　bastards　smiled　at　me。　And　then　I　said　to　my　wife：　'We　must　go　to　Don　Corleone　for　justice。'　〃
　
　The　Don　had　bowed　his　head　to　show　respect　for　the　man's　grief。　But　when　he　spoke；　the　words　were　cold　with　offended　dignity。　〃Why　did　you　go　to　the　police？　Why　didn't　you　e　to　me　at　the　beginning　of　this　affair？〃
　
　Bonasera　muttered　almost　inaudibly；　〃What　do　you　want　of　me？　Tell　me　what　you　wish。　But　do　what　I　beg　you　to　do。〃　There　was　something　almost　insolent　in　his　words。
　
　Don　Corleone　said　gravely；　〃And　what　is　that？〃
　
　Bonasera　glanced　at　Hagen　and　Sonny　Corleone　and　shook　his　head。　The　Don；　still　sitting　at　Hagen's　desk；　inclined　his　body　toward　the　undertaker。　Bonasera　hesitated；　then　bent　down　and　put　his　lips　so　close　to　the　Don's　hairy　ear　that　they　touched。　Don　Corleone　listened　like　a　priest　in　the　confessional；　gazing　away　into　the　distance；　impassive；　remote。　They　stood　so　for　a　long　moment　until　Bonasera　finished　whispering　and　straightened　to　his　full　height。　The　Don　looked　up　gravely　at　Bonasera。　Bonasera；　his　face　flushed；　returned　the　stare　unflinchingly。
　
　Finally　the　Don　spoke。　〃That　I　cannot　do。　You　are　being　carried　away。〃
　
　Bonasera　said　loudly；　clearly；　〃I　will　pay　you　anything　you　ask。〃　On　hearing　this；　Hagen　flinched；　a　nervous　flick　of　his　head。　Sonny　Corleone　folded　his　arms；　smiled　sardonically　as　he　turned　from　the　window　to　watch　the　scene　in　the　room　for　the　first　time。
　
　Don　Corleone　rose　from　behind　the　desk。　His　face　was　still　impassive　but　his　voice　rang　like　cold　death。　〃We　have　known　each　other　many　years；　you　and　I；〃　he　said　to　the　undertaker；　〃but　until　this　day　you　never　came　to　me　for　counsel　or　help。　I　can't　remember　the　last　time　you　invited　me　to　your　house　for　coffee　though　my　wife　is