All Chapters of Enemies At The Altar : Chapter 191 - Chapter 199

The first explosion hit before Mark could reach the warehouse exit. BOOM! The floor shook. Mia grabbed the wall. "Mark!" "I'm here!" Smoke poured through the corridor. Then the gunfire started. Not from one direction. From everywhere. Mark's expression changed. "Everyone down!" Bullets tore through the warehouse windows. Marco dragged Valentina behind a concrete pillar. "Don!" Mark looked toward the eastern entrance. "We're surrounded." Mia's heart dropped. "Moretti." Mark shook his head. "No." He looked toward the rooftops. "Someone knew exactly where we'd be." The lights suddenly returned. For less than three seconds. Long enough for Mia to see dozens of armed men outside. They surrounded the entire building. Then the lights went out again. A voice echoed through the speakers. "You walked straight into it." Mia recognized it. Moretti. "Did you really think Ethan was working alone?" Mark raised his weapon. "Show yourself." Moretti laughed. "Why?"

The abandoned estate sat beyond the northern hills, hidden behind thick trees and a rusted iron gate. For years, nobody had lived there. Officially, it belonged to no one. But the intelligence Mark had received told a different story. Moretti's men had been using it for months. And tonight, Mia was there. Mark stared at the estate through the windshield. Every window was dark. Too dark. Marco sat beside him, studying the building through binoculars. "At least thirty men." Mark said nothing. "Maybe more underground." Still nothing. "There are cameras around the perimeter." Mark finally looked at him. "How many entrances?" "Three visible. One underground." "Guards?" "Every entrance." Mark opened the vehicle door. Marco immediately grabbed his arm. "Don." Mark looked back. "I'm going in." "With the team." "No." Marco stared at him. "You can't be serious." Mark stepped out. "I'm going alone." Marco climbed out after him. "That's suicide." Mark loaded his

The night had barely settled over Moretti's compound when the first alarm sounded. Mia froze beside the open vent. She heard boots rushing through the corridor. Voices shouted. "Romano vehicles!" "They're attacking!" "Seal the gates!" Mia smiled. Mark had come. She pushed herself through the narrow opening and dropped onto the other side. Pain shot through her injured side. She gritted her teeth. "Not now." She couldn't afford to stop. She had already memorized the guard rotations, the camera positions, and the locations Moretti had carelessly revealed. Now she had one job. Open the compound from within. Outside, Mark stood behind a line of Romano soldiers. The estate was surrounded. Marco approached. "Everyone is ready." Mark stared at the compound. "Where's Mia?" "We still haven't found her." Mark's jaw tightened. "She's inside." "You don't know that." "I do." Marco studied him. "You sound certain." Mark looked toward the dark windows. "She wouldn't w

The explosion of gunfire sent everyone into motion. "Seal the exits!" Mark shouted. Romano soldiers rushed through the corridor. Mia stayed close to Mark, scanning the darkness. Moretti was gone. But not far. She could feel it. "He wants us separated," she whispered. Mark looked at her. "Stay beside me." A crash sounded upstairs. Then a voice echoed through the building. "Mia!" She froze. Ethan. Mark raised his weapon. "Don't move." Mia looked toward the staircase. The voice came again. "Help me!" Mia's eyes narrowed. "That's not Ethan." Mark understood immediately. "Trap." Before they could move, gunfire erupted from the balcony. Mark pulled Mia down. Bullets tore through the railing. "Move!" They rushed behind a concrete pillar. Marco's soldiers returned fire. "He's on the second floor!" Mark looked upward. "Keep him contained." Then another voice came from behind them. "Mark." Mia turned. Moretti stood at the end of the corridor. A gun was point

Six months later, the Romano mansion no longer looked like a fortress waiting for war. There were still guards at the gates. Still cameras along the walls. Still weapons locked beneath the floors. But the atmosphere had changed. The mansion had become a home again. Workers moved through the gardens. The damaged wings had been rebuilt. The walls that had once carried bullet holes were repaired. And the Romano family was slowly finding its balance. The war was over. Now came the harder part. Building a future. Mark stood in the conference room surrounded by the remaining captains. A large map covered the table. But unlike the maps from the past, this one wasn't covered with enemy positions. It showed businesses. Shipping companies. Restaurants. Construction firms. Warehouses. Hotels. Legal investments. Mark pointed toward the map. "We're changing how this family survives." One captain frowned. "What do you mean?" "We stop depending on violence." Silence. Ma