Constantine’s gleaming eyes moved to me, giving me his focus as if it were only the two of us in the room. “Giuseppe knew more than he let on when we spoke earlier.”

“And?” I prompted, my anxiety speaking for me as it had the annoying habit of doing.

“He told me the real reason he agreed to allow Tommaso to go to that meeting with Jamie and Daniel at the rave.” His gaze cut briefly to his parents who were sitting next to Colin on the sofa. “A crime syndicate in Naples called in a debt to be paid. They didn’t tell Giuseppe why they needed his help, but they named-drop The League. Giuseppe was told his debt to them would be paid if he took the meeting with the Irish and helped them out however they needed.”

“By holding me hostage,” Colin said under his breath.

“Wait, Naples?” Izzy’s eyes went wide. “You don’t mean⁠—”

“No, not them.” With a dismissive hand wave, Constantine shut down whatever Izzy was about to ask.

Well, that answered my question about her fluency in Italian. It was clearly not at the same level as the rest of her family.

I couldn’t help but notice the strange look passing between Constantine and his father as Salvatore stroked his beard, seemingly unnerved by something.

Well, I supposed there were a lot of somethings to be upset about. At this point, too many to count.

“Tommaso never heard Jamie and Daniel’s offer since I showed up at the rave for Colin. Giuseppe let the mafiosi in Naples know the deal was null-and-void due to my involvement.” Constantine impressively kept his tone matter of fact as I’d heard him do so many times now this weekend.

“You don’t believe Giuseppe, do you?” Enzo bit out. “If you’re suggesting Emilia’s the one who⁠—”

Izzy cut off her brother. “She’s not technically in charge in Italy anymore, remember? She gave up her spot, even her home there. Yeah, she’s stepped back in once or twice since she recused herself from the role, but she’s currently back in Ireland with her husband and baby, not in charge in Italy.” She blinked rapidly. “But, oh wait . . . shit. No, it can’t be. Can it?”

Izzy pulled out her phone and went to town typing.

I read the room, realizing everyone was patiently waiting for her to explain instead of asking her to translate her thoughts out loud.

This must have been the norm for her—for all of them.

“Hold on, Sebastian’s calling me,” Constantine announced before she could share her aha moment with the rest of us.

He held out the phone and placed the call on speakerphone. Hopefully, unlike Giuseppe, Sebastian would be speaking in English.