"The man she loved woke up asking for another woman."

Luciano's words float around Marc's head for days. He hated himself for doing that to Anna. Of course how was he to know. Marc fiddled with his cuff links as the plane comes in to land.

Eddie packed his bags, even at eight month pregnant, she had even laid out the suit he is now wearing.

All black suit, shirt and tie, in some ways he looks as though he is in mourning and if you look carefully it is obvious he is.

"Mr Morretti, Mr Ferraro is waiting for you. I'm here to take you to him." A young man in a navy suit says in Italian.

Marcello looks at the man with an emotionless expression before nodding and following after him. Sliding into a long black limo the ride to Ferraro Inc. is not particularly long.

"Mr Stefano Ferrari is in his office in the top floor."

"I thought I was meeting Giovanni Ferraro."

"Mr Giovanni Ferraro stepped back from his role as CEO. He will be in the meeting with you today but his son Stefano is taking over the company."

"Thank you." Marcello mutter in Italian as he follows the man into the lift. He mentally curses his brother on what is bound to be a fruitless outing.

The whole plan he has been trying to pitch to Giovanni Ferrari for the last five years is their companies would be better combined. He has been waiting one year for this meeting. As he travels up in the lift he is trying to change his speech in his mind.

He was going to talk about spending the rest of life with someone you love but now he is pitching to someone a fair bit younger.

Not watching where he is going Marcello bumps into a blonde girl with her headphones in. Marcello apologies automatically. She seems to be too immersed in her own phone conversation to notice.

Marc reaches the office of Stefano Ferraro and the young male assistant does the introductions.

"Marcello!" The man Marc recognises as Giovanni smiles and stands.

"Giovanni a pleasure!"

"You my boy look just like your mother!" Giovanni says in uninterrupted Italian.

"I'll take that as a compliment sir." Marc replies speaking Italian.

"You better. Marcello this is my son Stefano." Giovanni points to the man behind him who stands. "Stefano is taking the reigns of the company from now on. That is why I thought he should be in this meeting."

"Wise."

"My granddaughter was supposed to be here as well but as Head of the I.T department someone had an emergency and called her away."

"I didn't know you had a daughter Stefano." Marcello says.

"No, I have only sons. Anna is my niece."

Just hearing the name Anna makes Marc's heart clench. While he knows there is no possible connection just the thought of finding her, being close...

"How is business Marcello? All your business?"

"It is trying at times. The Irish are staging a territory war at the moment." Marcello says honestly.

"If you ever need my help. We are always here. We look after family."

"Thank you Giovanni. It is why I'm hoping you may be open to my proposal..."

...

"The papers are being drawn up at present." Marcello explains taking a sip of his scotch.

"Papa will be happy to here that." Stefano says the two taking a break from taking in Italian.

"I'm glad we can make things work."

"As am I. If I'm honest with you Marc, while we are in the black now, I feel like we wouldn't be there for long."

"Thank you for your honesty. Sparrow will do everything to make sure your father's company remains in all its glory."

"No more English!" Giovanni enters the sitting room speaking loud Italian. "Give a poor old man a chance." He winks jokingly.

Giovanni sits down next to his son as three young men walk in.

"How was your day?" Stefano asks in Italian.

"Fine." "Good." "Whatever." Is the varying responses from what Marc assumes are his sons.

"Boys this is Marcello Morretti. Marc these are my sons, Sylvester, Jonathan and Maximus." Stefano says proudly. A woman with following blonde hair walks in and clears her throat. "Oh and my wife Tatiana."

"A pleasure Marc, I've heard a lot about you." Tatiana says in Italian although accent suggests otherwise. "German if that is what you are thinking." She says with a wink.

Marc smiles as the family start to converse in Italian. He misses this. He misses his parents. It is different with Eddie and Luca things just aren't the same.

"You look deep in thought." Tatiana says siting down next to Marc, her English slightly broken.

"Admiring your family." Marc says simply.

"Do you have a girl?"

"I did."

"She broke your heart?"

"I think I broke hers first." Marc replies sadly. Tatiana gives him a small smile.

"If you love her it will work out. Love finds a way."

Marc hopes she is right but doesn't believe her.

"Dinner!" A older woman with dark features booms in Italian from the doorway. She smiles when she sees Marc. "You probably don't remember me. It has been a long time." She says with a smile.

Marc shakes his head as he tries to place her.

"Marcello this is my wife Marietta." Giovanni says and Marc stands to greet her. He kisses the back of her hand and the old lady sways him away.

"Someone get Anastasia." Tatiana says from the couch.

"No need." A familiar voice answers.

"Marcello this is my niece, Anastasia Ferraro."