You only get one shot at him. He only needs one at you.
Gianni Rossi is dead. He made sure of it.
He died in a country house with his wife, took a new name, and buried the hitman along with the man he used to be. What rose in his place is quieter. A father raising his children far from New York. A man who cooks, does coin tricks for the little ones, and is learning, late and slowly, that he's allowed to want an ordinary life. For the first time, he almost has one.
Then someone learns he's still breathing.
To the people who spent years wanting Gianni Rossi in the ground, that knowledge is worth more than any contract. The men he crossed never stopped counting the debt, and a ghost who walked away from them is a loose end they can't abide. The hunt starts again, patient and professional, and this time it doesn't come for him. It comes for the children asleep under his roof, and for the woman who taught him he could still be loved.
Gianni swore the killing was finished. He swore he'd never pick up the old life again. He was wrong on both counts.
To keep the only family he has left, he'll have to become the one thing the world feared most, and do it with everything he's built on the line. He'll have to be faster, colder, and more certain than the men sent to erase him, because they get as many chances as they need, and he gets exactly one. Miss, and there is no tomorrow for anyone he loves.
He's spent a lifetime proving that the price of touching what's his is the highest price there is. Now he'll prove it one final time.
Because with a man like Gianni, there are no second attempts, no do-overs, and no mercy for the ones who tried. You only get one shot.