Ethan sat looking out over the glittering blue sea and the dazzling beach in one of the few seaside  office buildings in the small Sicilian town. He rests his head on  his hands, a frown on his face. Not that many years into his reign over the De Luca syndicate, and already his advisers are hounding him about producing an heir to carry on the bloodline. But then again, he was an only child. His father's brothers had sworn off the family business. Still, crying kids annoyed him. And there's that fact that his last name would turn away any local woman. He gathers his things into his brief a case, perching a pair of sunglasses on his nose before leaving.<br/><br/>He frowns when he steps into the bright day. It's the dead of noon, the locals all hidden away in doors. Only the tourists are out and about. He spots a woman sitting on the edge of the fountain that had been around since the Renaissance.