All Chapters of Enemies At The Altar : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The mansion's alarm screamed through the corridors. WARNING. OUTER DEFENSES COMPROMISED. Mia stared at the security screens. Enemy forces were pouring through the broken eastern gate. The Romano soldiers were falling back toward the main building. Then Mark's voice came through the radio. "Everyone into defensive positions." Mia grabbed the microphone. "Mark, the eastern corridor is exposed." "I know." "No, you don't." She pointed toward the screen. "Look at camera twelve." Valentina switched the feed. Three enemy vehicles were moving toward the eastern courtyard. Mia's eyes narrowed. "They're not heading toward the mansion." "Then where?" "The generator." Mark immediately understood. "If they destroy it, we'll lose the security system." "And the backup communications." "Get a team there." "Already sending them." A brief silence followed. Then Mark said, "Good." Mia smiled. "You're welcome." A few seconds later, Mark entered the command room. His face wa

Mia remained frozen in Mark's office. The photograph of the unknown Romano traitor was still burned into her mind. Someone inside the family was working with Moretti. Someone had access to Mark's office. Someone had been watching them. Then— BOOM! The mansion shook. Mia grabbed the desk. A second explosion followed. She immediately reached for the radio. "Mark!" Static. Nothing. Her heart dropped. Then the office door slammed open. Mark rushed inside with Marco behind him. "Mia!" "I'm here." He crossed the room immediately. "Are you hurt?" "No." His eyes scanned her. "Are you sure?" "Yes." He pulled her into his arms for a moment. Then Marco spoke. "Don." Mark turned. "What?" "We have movement at the main entrance." "Moretti?" Marco shook his head. "No." He looked toward Mia. "It's someone else." The mansion's security system suddenly activated. Every monitor displayed the same image. A black vehicle stopped o

The words remained on the screen. ETHAN WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING. Nobody spoke. Mark stared at the message, his jaw clenched. Mia stood beside him, one hand resting protectively over her stomach. "Former advisers," she whispered. Mark looked at her. "You think this goes back to my father?" "I think we need to find out." Marco stepped toward the computer. "Don Romano had dozens of advisers over the years." Mark shook his head. "Not dozens." He looked at the old family records. "There were only six people he trusted enough to know everything." Mia's eyes narrowed. "And how many are still alive?" Marco began checking the records. "Four." Mark's expression hardened. "Find them." The search lasted two hours. The first adviser had moved overseas years ago. The second had died of natural causes. The third had disappeared shortly after Don Romano's assassination. That left one. Marco stopped reading. "Adrian Vale." Mia looked at him. "Who is he?" Mark's face chang

The rain had been falling since dawn. Mia stood in the command room, studying the map of Romano territory. Three neutral families remained undecided. If Moretti convinced even one of them to join him, the balance would shift. Mark had already sent envoys. They had returned with nothing. Mia stared at the names on the map. Then one caught her attention. The Bellini Family. "They're meeting tonight," she said. Valentina looked up. "Bellini?" Mia nodded. "They haven't chosen a side." "They won't choose us." "Why?" "Because Moretti offered them protection." Mia's eyes narrowed. "And what did we offer?" "Nothing yet." Mia looked toward the window. "Then that's the problem." Mark entered several minutes later. "We have another problem." Mia turned. "What happened?" "The Bellinis." Her heart skipped. "What about them?" "Moretti sent an envoy this morning." Mia looked back at the map. "He's trying to secure them." "Yes." "If he succeeds..." "He gains access

The mansion had barely recovered from the attack when Mia heard footsteps behind her. She turned. Nothing. The corridor was empty. She frowned. "Valentina?" No answer. Mia reached for her phone. Before she could unlock it, the lights went out. Darkness swallowed the hallway. Then a voice whispered from behind her. "You always were difficult to surprise." Mia froze. "Ethan." A figure stepped from the shadows. Ethan. He held a gun at his side, but he wasn't pointing it at her. He didn't need to. Two armed men stood at the opposite end of the corridor. Mia slowly backed away. "How did you get inside?" Ethan smiled. "You still ask the wrong questions." "What do you want?" "You." Mia's heart pounded. "You've already tried to destroy my family." "I haven't destroyed anything yet." His smile disappeared. "Not enough." Mia stared at him. "You blame me for all of this." "I blame you for choosing him." "I chose Mark because I loved him." Ethan's expression twi