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Luca
Brasi
was
indeed
a
man
to
frighten
the
devil
in
hell
himself
.
Short
,
squat
,
massive-skulled
,
his
presence
sent
out
alarm
bells
of
danger
.
His
face
was
stamped
into
a
mask
of
fury
.
The
eyes
were
brown
but
with
none
of
the
warmth
of
that
color
,
more
a
deadly
tan
.
The
mouth
was
not
so
much
cruel
as
lifeless
;
thin
,
rubbery
and
the
color
of
veal
.
Brasi
's
reputation
for
violence
was
awesome
and
his
devotion
to
Don
Corleone
legendary
.
He
was
,
in
himself
,
one
of
the
great
blocks
that
supported
the
Don
's
power
structure
.
His
kind
was
a
rarity
.
Luca
Brasi
did
not
fear
the
police
,
he
did
not
fear
society
,
he
did
not
fear
God
,
he
did
not
fear
hell
,
he
did
not
fear
or
love
his
fellow
man
.
But
he
had
elected
,
he
had
chosen
,
to
fear
and
love
Don
Corleone
.
Ushered
into
the
presence
of
the
Don
,
the
terrible
Brasi
held
himself
stiff
with
respect
.
He
stuttered
over
the
flowery
congatulations
he
offered
and
his
formal
hope
that
the
first
grandchild
would
be
masculine
.
He
then
handed
the
Don
an
envelope
stuffed
with
cash
as
a
gift
for
the
bridal
couple
.
So
that
was
what
he
wanted
to
do
.
Hagen
noticed
the
change
in
Don
Corleone
.
The
Don
received
Brasi
as
a
king
greets
a
subject
who
has
done
him
an
enormous
service
,
never
familiar
but
with
regal
respect
.
With
every
gesture
,
with
every
word
,
Don
Corleone
made
it
clear
to
Luca
Brasi
that
he
was
valued
.
Not
for
one
moment
did
he
show
surprise
at
the
wedding
gift
being
presented
to
him
personally
.
He
understood
.
The
money
in
the
envelope
was
sure
to
be
more
than
anyone
else
had
given
.
Brasi
had
spent
many
hours
deciding
on
the
sum
,
comparing
it
to
what
the
other
guests
might
offer
.
He
wanted
to
be
the
most
generous
to
show
that
he
had
the
most
respect
,
and
that
was
why
he
had
given
his
envelope
to
the
Don
personally
,
a
gaucherie
the
Don
overlooked
in
his
own
flowery
sentence
of
thanks
.
Hagen
saw
Luca
Brasi
's
face
lose
its
mask
of
fury
,
swell
with
pride
and
pleasure
.
Brasi
kissed
the
Don
's
hand
before
he
went
out
the
door
that
Hagen
held
open
.
Hagen
prudently
gave
Brasi
a
friendly
smile
which
the
squat
man
acknowledged
with
a
polite
stretching
of
rubbery
,
veal-colored
lips
.
When
the
door
closed
Don
Corleone
gave
a
small
sigh
of
relief
.
Brasi
was
the
only
man
in
the
world
who
could
make
him
nervous
.
The
man
was
like
a
natural
force
,
not
truly
subject
to
control
.
He
had
to
be
handled
as
gingerly
as
dynamite
.
The
Don
shrugged
.
Even
dynamite
could
be
exploded
harmlessly
if
the
need
arose
.
He
looked
questioningly
at
Hagen
.
"
Is
Bonasera
the
only
one
left
?
"
Hagen
nodded
.
Don
Corleone
frowned
in
thought
,
then
said
,
"
Before
you
bring
him
in
,
tell
Santino
to
come
here
.
He
should
learn
some
things
.
"
Out
in
the
garden
,
Hagen
searched
anxiously
for
Sonny
Corleone
.
He
told
the
waiting
Bonasera
to
be
patient
and
went
over
to
Michael
Corleone
and
his
girl
friend
.
"
Did
you
see
Sonny
around
?
"
he
asked
.
Michael
shook
his
head
.
Damn
,
Hagen
thought
,
if
Sonny
was
screwing
the
maid
of
honor
all
this
time
there
was
going
to
be
a
mess
of
trouble
.
His
wife
,
the
young
girl
's
family
;
it
could
be
a
disaster
.
Anxiously
he
hurried
to
the
entrance
through
which
he
had
seen
Sonny
disappear
almost
a
half
hour
ago
.
