文档介绍：1 1For Anthony CleriBook OneChapter 01Behind every great fortune there is a Bonasera sat in New York Criminal Court Number 3 and waited for justice;vengeance on the men who had so cruelly hurt his daughter, who had tried to dishonor judge, a formidably heavy-featured man, rolled up the sleeves of his black robe as if tophysically chastise the two young men standing before the bench. His face was cold withmajestic contempt. But there was something false in all this that Amerigo Bonasera sensedbut did not yet understand."You acted like the worst kind of degenerates," the judge said harshly. Yes, yes, thoughtAmerigo Bonasera. Animals. Animals. The two young men, glossy hair crew cut, scrubbedclean-cut posed into humble contrition, bowed their heads in judge went on. "You acted like wild beasts in a jungle and you are fortunate you didnot sexually molest that poor girl or I'd put you behind bars for twenty years." The judgepaused, his eyes beneath impressively thick brows flickered slyly toward the sallow-facedAmerigo Bonasera, then lowered to a stack of probation reports before him. He frowned andshrugged as if convinced against his own natural desire. He spoke again."But because of your youth, your clean records, because of your fine families, and becausethe law in its majesty does not seek vengeance, I hereby sentence you to three years'confinement to the penitentiary. Sentence to be suspended."Only forty years of professional mourning kept the overwhelming frustration and hatredfrom showing on Amerigo Bonasera's face. His beautiful young daughter was still in thehospital with her broken jaw wired together; and now these two animales went free? It hadall been a farce. He watched the happy parents cluster around their darling sons. Oh, theywere all happy now, they were smiling black bile, sourly bitter, rose in Bonasera's throat, overflowed through tightlyclenched teeth. He used his white linen pocket handkerchief and