Chapter 13 — Training
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The footsteps didn’t rush.
That was what made it worse.
They came in intervals — measured, disciplined, like people who moved together on purpose, not in panic.
Vincenzo listened for three seconds.
Then turned.
“Back corridor,” he said.
Bella followed immediately this time. No hesitation. No questions. Just urgency.
They moved deeper into the estate, away from the pressure point collapsing behind them. The building felt different in motion now. Not a home with intruders in it. A system actively defending its core.
Bella struggled to keep up.
At one point she nearly slipped on polished stone.
Vincenzo caught her wrist without looking.
Didn’t stop.
Just corrected her.
“Watch your footing,” he said.
“I am,” she snapped back.
“No,” he replied. “You’re reacting.”
That distinction annoyed her more than it should’ve.
They reached a narrow side chamber — unused, plain, just storage crates and reinforced shelving.
Vincenzo closed the door behind them.
Didn’t lock it.
But sealed it into the structure.
For the first time in minutes, the sound outside dulled a little.
Bella let out a sharp breath.
“That’s it? We just hide until they leave?”
Vincenzo turned to her.
“No,” he said.
That one word again.
Then he stepped to the wall and pulled open a concealed panel.
Bella froze.
“What is that?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead he pulled something out.
A compact case.
When he opened it, she saw it immediately.
Not dramatic weapons.
Tools.
Structured. Minimal. Precise.
A different kind of preparation.
Her eyes narrowed. “You have a hidden wall compartment.”
“Yes.”
“Of course you do.”
Vincenzo ignored the tone.
He set the case on a crate and finally looked at her directly.
“You’re not trained for this environment,” he said.
“I noticed,” she muttered.
“That’s not a criticism,” he added.
“Feels like one.”
“It’s an assessment.”
She exhaled sharply. “Everything is an assessment with you.”
“Yes.”
That answer again.
Then he continued:
“You won’t always be able to rely on me being close.”
Bella frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means,” he said, “you need to be able to move without hesitating.”
She stared at him.
“I’m not becoming one of your guards,” she said.
“You’re not,” he replied immediately.
A pause.
Then:
“You’re becoming harder to take.”
That phrasing unsettled her more than it should’ve.
Before she could answer, another distant impact echoed through the estate.
Closer now.
The walls vibrated faintly.
Bella glanced at the door. “They’re getting through.”
“Yes.”
“And we’re just standing here talking?”
Vincenzo picked up one of the items from the case — a compact device — then set it down again.
“I’m buying time,” he said.
“For what?”
“For you,” he replied.
That landed differently.
Bella didn’t know what to say to that.
So she shifted.
“You said I need training,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
She stared at him. “While people are actively trying to break into your house?”
Vincenzo met her gaze.
“Especially now,” he said.
A beat.
Then, quieter:
“Because this is when mistakes cost the least.”
The logic was cold.
But it made sense.
Bella exhaled slowly. “What exactly are you planning to teach me in — what — five minutes?”
“Not five minutes,” he said.
“Then what?”
“A principle.”
She frowned. “That’s not helpful.”
“It’s foundational.”
Before she could argue, Vincenzo stepped into the open space in the center of the room.
He took off his jacket.
Set it aside.
Then looked at her.
“Come here,” he said.
Bella hesitated.
“This isn’t what I expected training to look like,” she muttered.
“It rarely is,” he replied.
She stepped forward slowly.
Stopped a few feet away.
Vincenzo studied her stance.
“Feet,” he said.
She looked down.
“What about them?”
“Shift your weight slightly. You’re leaning back.”
“I’m standing.”
“Yes,” he said. “Wrong if you need stability.”
She narrowed her eyes. “There’s a right way to stand now?”
“In this environment,” he said, “yes.”
She adjusted, reluctantly.
“Good,” he said.
That surprised her more than she expected.
Then he went on:
“If someone moves toward you,” he said, “don’t step back first.”
Bella frowned. “That sounds like bad advice.”
“It depends on the objective,” he replied.
“What’s the objective?”
“Survival.”
That word again.
He stepped slightly to the side.
“Watch.”
Then, without warning, he moved toward her.
Not fast.
Not aggressive.
But direct.
Bella flinched and stepped back.
He stopped immediately.
“Again,” he said.
She blinked. “That’s it?”
“You stepped back first,” he said.
“I was reacting —”
“Yes,” he cut in.
“Again.”
She exhaled sharply.
“Fine.”
He moved toward her again.
This time she forced herself to stay put.
Her body tensed.
But she didn’t move back.
Vincenzo stopped.
A faint pause.
Then: “Better.”
Bella blinked. “That’s it?”
“That’s the start.”
She frowned. “This is your training? Just standing still?”
“It’s control,” he said.
A distant explosion echoed through the estate.
Both of them heard it.
Vincenzo didn’t turn.
“Control over what?” Bella asked.
“Over instinct,” he replied.
She frowned deeper. “Instinct keeps people alive.”
“Sometimes,” he said.
“And sometimes it makes you predictable.”
That made her pause.
He continued:
“If they expect you to run, they’ll chase you.”
“If they expect you to freeze, they’ll walk past you.”
“If they expect you to hesitate, they’ll take you.”
Bella swallowed.
“And if I don’t do any of those?” she asked.
Vincenzo looked at her.
“Then you become unpredictable,” he said.
“That’s good, right?”
“It’s dangerous,” he corrected.
A pause.
Then softer:
“But useful.”
Another impact outside.
Closer.
The room vibrated slightly.
Bella glanced at the door again.
Vincenzo stepped a little closer to her.
“This isn’t about fighting,” he said.
“What is it about then?”
He held her gaze.
“Making a choice under pressure.”
A silence stretched.
Then he added:
“Your grandfather understood that.”
Bella froze slightly.
“He trained for this?” she asked.
“No,” Vincenzo said.
“He survived it.”
That word again.
Survived.
Not escaped.
Not won.
Survived.
Bella looked at him more carefully now.
“You keep connecting him to all of this,” she said.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
A pause.
Then Vincenzo said quietly:
“Because everything you’re going through now started with a choice he made to protect you, without you knowing it.”
The room went still.
Outside, the estate kept breaking and responding in layers.
But inside this room —
the air changed.
Bella’s voice dropped.
“What choice?” she asked.
Vincenzo didn’t answer right away.
Then:
“The promise I mentioned.”
She stared at him.
“What exactly did he ask you to do?” she said again.
This time, Vincenzo didn’t deflect.
He just said:
“To make sure you were never handed over without protection.”
A pause.
Then he added:
“And to make sure the necklace never got into the wrong hands.”
Bella looked down at her pendant instinctively.
For the first time —
it didn’t feel like jewelry.
It felt like weight.
Outside the room, footsteps stopped right beyond the door.
Close.
Then silence.
Vincenzo shifted slightly in front of her again.
Not fully shielding her.
But positioned.
Waiting.
The handle started to turn.
Slowly.
From the other side of the door, a voice spoke clearly:
“Open it. She’s in there.”
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