Chapter 132 - Any Last Words

Claire

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With my cell phone in hand—the one Alessandro had given to me—I dialed Alessandro's number, all the while keeping a watchful eye on Salvatore, the blade of my knife still pressed against his throat. "But before I finish you off," I said with a cold smile, "let's have a few parting words with your most formidable adversary."

I wasn't entirely sure about the extent of the technology used by the Chicago Outfit, but I had every confidence that Alessandro's expertise surpassed anything they could muster. After all, he had proven himself time and again to be one step ahead, his mastery of technology unmatched in our world. With Alessandro's skills at my disposal, there was little doubt in my mind that Salvatore's downfall was all but assured.

He had developed a deep fake technology that could imitate a person's voice and face flawlessly. With just a handful of images of Salvatore, Alessandro could concoct a video of him engaging in... let's say, some rather compromising a