Kardashian Jenner's Bodyguard

Chapter 46: Impact on the Kardashian-Jenner Family

It was a sunny morning at Kris Jenner's house. The entire Kardashian-Jenner family was gathered in the kitchen for breakfast. Kris was pouring coffee, while Kim read some messages on her phone and Kendall cut fruit. Kylie, sitting next to Khloe, played with Stormi, who was laughing at something funny her mother said.

The television was on in the background, on a news channel, broadcasting local news from Los Angeles. The anchor's voice echoed through the room, but no one paid much attention until one sentence caught everyone's attention.

"In a surprising turn of events, intense gunfire was heard last night at the home of Gabriel Silva, the Kardashians' famous security guard."

Kylie immediately looked at the screen. "What?!"

The sisters stopped what they were doing, all directing their gaze to the TV. On the screen, helicopter footage appeared showing Gabriel's house surrounded by police cars. Black morgue bags were loaded into ambulances as officers examined the scene.

The video cut to a shocking scene: Gabriel, in shorts and shirtless, wearing a bulletproof vest, holding a tactical rifle and a holster strapped to his leg, calmly spoke to police at the gate of his home.

Kendall put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God... he looks like a soldier!"

Soon, exclusive footage appeared. It was footage captured by neighbors, showing Gabriel in action. He moved with precision, exchanging gunfire with the intruders. In one clip, Gabriel was seen neutralizing an armed man, and in another, disarming and collecting equipment from one of the bodies.

Khloe commented, visibly shocked: "I knew he was trained, but this... this is something else."

Kim shook her head in disbelief. "Who would try to break into his house? They know he's a war machine."

Kris was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I hope he's okay. Gabriel is more than just a bodyguard to us. He's part of our family."

While the family was still processing the news, Kylie's phone vibrated. It was a message from Gabriel. She immediately opened the text and began reading it out loud:

"Hi, Kylie. I want you to know that I'm okay, but things have gotten complicated. I need to go away for a while to sort this out and make sure no one else is at risk. I want to thank you and your family for taking me in and trusting me with something as important as your safety. I will always be grateful for all the moments we shared. You are special to me."

After she finished reading, Kylie fell silent, visibly moved. Kendall, sitting next to her, put her hand on her shoulder.

"He's not coming back, is he?" Kendall asked, her voice low.

"It doesn't seem like it... at least not right now," Kylie replied, holding back tears.

Kim sighed, crossing her arms. "He shouldn't be dealing with this alone. Gabriel has always kept a low profile, but now he's in the spotlight. The media won't leave him alone."

"And who will protect him?" Khloe asked, worried.

Kris, ever the commanding voice, intervened: "We'll wait for him to tell us what he needs. We can't force him to do anything, but we can support him from a distance. He's a very private man, and we have to respect that."

Stormi broke the silence by asking innocently: "Will Uncle Gabriel come back, Mommy?"

Kylie gave a sad smile and stroked her daughter's hair. "I don't know, my love. But he'll always remember us."

Meanwhile, the media was in a frenzy. Headlines were popping up every few minutes:

"Kardashians' security detail in armed standoff: Gabriel Silva is more than just a bodyguard."

"Who is Gabriel Silva? The security guard who became a hero in the early hours of the morning."

"Exclusive footage shows Gabriel facing off against intruders in his own home."

On the gossip shows, hosts debated Gabriel's past, speculating about his background and training. Videos and photos of the incident went viral on social media, generating a flood of comments.

On Twitter, hashtags like #GabrielSilvaHero and #ProtectorOfTheKardashians were trending. Netizens created theories about who could be behind the attack, while others praised Gabriel's skills.

"This guy is no ordinary security guard. He is literally a one-man army," commented one user.

"If I had a bodyguard like Gabriel, I would sleep soundly every night," joked another.

Back at Kris's house, the impact of Gabriel's message still hung in the air. Kendall, who seemed more affected, got up from the table and went to the living room. Kris followed her.

"Are you okay, honey?" Kris asked, worried.

"I just... he was always there, you know? He was there for me in the hardest times. I don't even know how to thank him for everything that he did. And now he's facing this alone."

Kris hugged her daughter. "Gabriel is strong. He'll get through this. But if you want, we can send him a message to show our support."

Kendall nodded. "Yeah, I think he needs to know we're here for him."

Even from a distance, Gabriel thought fondly of the Kardashian-Jenner family. As he surveyed the crime scene with the police and his lawyers, he pondered his decision to step away. He knew it was in his best interest to protect them, but he felt like he was leaving something important behind.

Still, he promised himself, "If they ever need me again, I'll be there."

And so, Gabriel's story with the Kardashian-Jenner family entered a new chapter, marked by uncertainty, but also by mutual respect and gratitude.

Chapter 47: Returning to the Origins

Gabriel sat in an armchair in the corner of his room, with the lights off. The room was almost silent, except for the sound of sirens in the distance and the low hum of the air conditioning. Beside him, the rifle he had used on the night of the confrontation lay, cleaned and assembled, as a reminder of what he had faced.

With his cell phone in his hand, he hesitated for a moment before dialing. Despite being away from official operations, he knew exactly who could help him put the pieces of this puzzle together. The phone rang a few times before a familiar voice answered on the other end.

"Silva! I heard about what happened. Are you okay?" said Ricardo, a longtime colleague at ABIN.

"I'm alive, but these guys were good, Ricardo. They weren't common thieves. I'm calling because I think this might be connected to my past."

Ricardo sighed. "That's what I feared. We've received some preliminary information about the case. The Brazilian embassy in Washington is in contact with the CIA and the FBI. We're trying to coordinate, but it's complicated territory. Do you have any idea who might be behind this?"

Gabriel was silent for a moment, as if reliving memories he'd rather leave buried.

"I remember an operation in Bogotá, years ago. We were tracking a cartel with international ties. I was part of a team that coordinated actions with local authorities and even the DEA. We arrested the leader, but we destroyed a lot of businesses along the way. These guys had connections with paramilitaries... and maybe someone holds a grudge."

Ricardo grumbled on the other end. "It could be that. Or someone related to another mission that you forgot. You know how it works: our files never really disappear, and our enemies never forget. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to Washington," Gabriel replied firmly. "I want to speak directly to the people who are investigating. I need to understand who these people are and whether this is going to stop here or if this is just the beginning."

"Are you sure? This kind of thing could put you even more in the spotlight."

"If I don't act, more innocent people could be put at risk. I can't allow that."

Gabriel booked a plane ticket for the same day. Before leaving, he reviewed what little he had left in his house. He called a close contact to look after the property while he was away and prepared his essential equipment, including some documents that might be useful.

Hours later, he was on his way to Washington. During the flight, he kept his eyes fixed on the window, lost in thought. He knew that dealing with high-level intelligence again meant reopening old wounds, but it also meant finding answers.

As soon as he landed, Gabriel went straight to the location he had agreed with Ricardo: a discreet room in a government building used for joint intelligence missions. Ricardo was there, waiting for him with a worried look on his face.

"You look tired," Ricardo said, shaking Gabriel's hand.

"I've seen better days," he replied, with a smirk. "What do you have for me?"

Ricardo opened a folder filled with reports and photos. There were images of the men killed in Gabriel's house, weapons records, and high-tech communications equipment recovered from the scene.

"These guys were mercenaries. Highly trained. We're looking at their connections to international networks. There's a pattern that points to a splinter faction of paramilitaries in Latin America. It looks like they were hired, but we don't know by whom yet."

"This is worse than I thought," Gabriel muttered as he flipped through the documents.

Later, Gabriel was introduced to a team of CIA analysts and FBI agents. A man named Mark Stevens, with whom Gabriel had crossed paths during joint training sessions in the past, was the first to greet him.

"Silva! It's been years! I heard about what happened at your house. It seems like you still know how to handle extreme situations."

"I'd like to say it was a fluke, but I don't think it was," Gabriel replied.

Mark agreed. "The evidence points to something personal. We're trying to find out who financed the attack. It wasn't cheap to hire these men, especially with the kind of equipment they were carrying."

Ricardo interjected. "We're in constant contact with our team in Brazil. Anything they find there, we'll pass on to you. For now, Gabriel is here to help in any way he can."

Mark looked at Gabriel with a serious expression. "I hope you're prepared. This kind of investigation can lead to answers you're not expecting."

"I'm prepared for anything," Gabriel replied without hesitation.

For the rest of the day, Gabriel worked with the team, reviewing maps, phone records, and intelligence reports. He recognized some names and faces among the possible suspects, which reinforced his suspicion that the attack was linked to his past work.

During a break, Ricardo and Gabriel spoke alone.

"So, what do you think of all this?" Ricardo asked.

"I think it's only going to get worse before it gets better," Gabriel replied. "These guys don't send a team like this on a whim. They wanted to eliminate me, and they probably won't stop until they do."

Ricardo nodded. "You're right. But don't worry, we're in this together. You're not alone."

Later in the day, new information emerged. One of the phones confiscated from the team that raided Gabriel's house had been unlocked. On it were messages in an encrypted app that indicated a possible intermediary.

Mark entered the room with an excited expression. "We have a name. And, if we're lucky, a starting point."

Gabriel looked at the name on Mark's tablet screen and shook his head. "I know that name. He was the right-hand man of the cartel leader we took down in Bogotá."

"Then you know what this means," Ricardo said.

Gabriel stood up, determined. "It means we have to act fast. The more time they have, the more vulnerable everyone around me will be."

Night fell over Washington, but Gabriel knew his work was just beginning. He was preparing to re-enter a world he thought he had left behind, but now, more than ever, he felt he had no choice.

Before leaving the building, Ricardo caught his eye.

"Gabriel, I just want you to know... ABIN is with you. If you need anything, anything at all, you know where to find us."

Gabriel nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Ricardo. We'll figure this out."

As he walked through the streets of the capital, Gabriel felt the weight of his mission, but also a renewed determination. He knew that this fight was not just for him, but for all those who could be affected if he did not put an end to this threat.

Chapter 48: Return to the Combat Zone

The weeks passed in a blur for Gabriel. He barely had time to breathe, immersed in meetings, intelligence analyses, and strategic discussions with FBI and CIA agents and colleagues from ABIN. His appearance reflected the emotional and physical exhaustion. His beard grew thick, giving him a more severe and experienced image, like a veteran who was back on the battlefield.

His days were divided between mapping connections, tracking communications, and preparing the final plan. During this time, Gabriel was housed in a high-security facility in Washington. Despite the discomfort of the environment, he seemed more focused than ever.

In the briefing room, the air was thick with tension. A long table was covered with maps, photos, and reports. In the center, a projector displayed aerial images of a remote facility in Central America, where intelligence services believed the leader of the attack on Gabriel, a dissident known as "El Fénix," was hiding.

Mark Stevens, the CIA chief of staff, took the lead in the meeting.

"After weeks of monitoring, we have confirmed that El Fénix is ​​using this compound as a base of operations. He is surrounded by highly trained mercenaries and ex-paramilitaries. Our best chance of neutralizing him is a quick, lethal surgical strike. Gabriel, what do you think?"

Gabriel crossed his arms, studying the map closely.

"The direct approach makes sense. But I want to be on the strike team. I know these men. I know how they think and how they react in extreme situations."

Mark frowned. "This could be dangerous. You are their primary target here. If anything goes wrong, you will be their priority."

"Exactly," Gabriel replied, his tone firm. "That means they will be focusing on me, giving the team the advantage to act. And frankly, I have a score to settle."

Mark was reluctant, but eventually agreed. He introduced Gabriel to an elite team from the CIA's Special Activities Division, also known as Ground Branch. It was comprised of former Special Forces operators and highly trained veterans.

As Gabriel entered the training room, he immediately recognized two members of the team: Jack "Hawk" Turner and Mike "Viper" Ramirez, with whom he had trained years before.

"Silva! Look who's back in the game," Hawk said, grinning broadly as he shook Gabriel's hand.

"I thought you retired," Viper joked.

"The past never seems to leave me alone," Gabriel replied with a smirk.

The camaraderie was evident, but the seriousness of the mission soon brought everyone back into focus. Gabriel spent the next few hours training with the team, fine-tuning tactics and refining the assault plan.

In the hangar where the Black Hawk helicopter waited, the team checked their equipment. Gabriel, now in full tactical gear, adjusted his ballistic vest as he spoke to Hawk.

"This place is a fortress," Hawk commented, examining the map once more. "Are you sure you want to lead the assault?"

"It's not a question of whether you want to," Gabriel replied. "I have to. These guys came to my house. They put my life at risk and could have hurt innocent people. This can't go unanswered."

Viper stepped closer, placing a hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "You've always been a principled guy, Silva. We're with you on this. But remember: we're a team. You don't have to carry everything alone."

Gabriel nodded gratefully.

Mark gathered the team together for the final briefing. He pointed to the screen, where a 3D model of the El Fénix facility was displayed.

"We'll be dropping in by helicopter in two teams. One insertion team, led by Gabriel, will neutralize the main forces and move in to capture or eliminate El Fénix. The second team will provide cover and ensure no reinforcements arrive."

Gabriel studied the plan carefully, fine-tuning the details based on his experience. When everything was ready, he looked at the others and said,

"You're the best in the world at what you do. I have no doubt that we can do it. But remember: focus and discipline. We'll get through this alive."

Night fell, and the helicopter silently approached the infiltration zone. Gabriel sat near the open door, watching the distant lights of the facility. He felt the weight of responsibility, but also the adrenaline of being back in the field.

"Ready to make history?" Hawk asked, smiling at the team.

"Always," Gabriel replied, as he checked his weapon one last time.

As they landed, the group moved quickly, like shadows in the darkness. Gabriel led the team with almost instinctive precision, guiding them through security blind spots.

The first confrontation was quick and brutal. Guards patrolling the perimeter were silently neutralized, and the team advanced into the facility.

In the center of the complex, El Fénix was surrounded by his best men. As Gabriel and his team entered, an intense firefight began. The sound of ricocheting bullets and explosions filled the air.

Gabriel, with years of combat experience, remained calm. He led the team in tactical maneuvers, eliminating the enemies one by one. Finally, they reached the command center, where El Fénix was trying to escape.

"Stop right there!" Gabriel shouted, aiming his gun.

El Fénix slowly turned around, grinning defiantly. "You're not taking me alive, Silva."

Before he could react, Gabriel fired, hitting him in the shoulder and immobilizing him. The team quickly handcuffed him, ensuring that he could not escape.

With El Fénix captured, the team evacuated the facility. On the helicopter back to base, Gabriel finally relaxed, feeling the weight of the mission begin to fade.

Hawk looked at him and said, "You did a good job today, Silva. I hope this brings you some peace."

Gabriel just nodded, looking out into the distance. He knew this mission was just one piece of the puzzle, but at least for now, he had closed a dangerous chapter in his life.

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