Kardashian Jenner's Bodyguard

Chapter 1: Gabriel Silva's Exile

Gabriel Silva gazed at the Los Angeles sky from the terrace of the luxurious apartment he now called home. The skyline, dotted with twinkling lights, was a stark contrast to the memories of his former life in Brazil.

It was a silent night, but his mind was filled with echoes of the past. He held a glass of whiskey, something he never drank on duty, and watched the cars parade like ants on Sunset Boulevard.

It was hard to believe that just six months ago, he was still leading covert operations in the heart of the Amazon or coordinating rescues in dangerous urban areas.

Gabriel was part of the secret elite of the ABIN, a paramilitary unit that did not officially exist. Only the highest echelons of the Brazilian government knew of its existence, and Gabriel was one of the best. His training in the Marine's Amphibious Commandos had shaped him as a soldier and, later, a ruthless strategist.

But corruption and political chaos in Brazil made him question whether it was all worth it. He had dedicated his life to his country, but it didn't seem to care.

After years of service, he resigned, a move that shocked his superiors. With no family left and a sense of duty now shattered, Gabriel packed his bags and moved to Los Angeles, seeking a fresh start in a place where no one knew who he was.

Across town, Kylie Jenner glided through the marble hallways of her mansion, checking her phone for messages. It was late, but her mind was busy with security concerns.

After a series of incidents involving intrusive paparazzi and obsessed fans, the Kardashian family had decided to beef up their security. Kylie, in particular, wanted someone she could trust, someone who was more than just muscle. She needed a strategist, a protector who could anticipate threats before they happened.

"Kim recommended a new security company," she told her personal assistant, Jessica, as she descended the staircase. "But I want to personally interview anyone I hire. I can't trust just anyone."

Jessica hesitated before answering, "Well, I got a peculiar recommendation today. A Brazilian named Gabriel Silva. He recently moved here, has impressive military experience, and... seems like exactly the kind of person you described."

Kylie frowned. "Brazilian? What's he done before?"

"Intelligence operations. Something highly classified, from what they say. Sounds like he's the kind of person who solves problems before they even arise."

Kylie smiled slightly. "Set up a meeting."

Two days later, Gabriel found himself in a black car, driving through the gates of a mansion in Hidden Hills. He had received a discreet phone call from Kylie's assistant, something he initially thought was a mistake. He had never imagined working for celebrities, much less one of the most famous in the world. However, the proposal intrigued him.

Besides, he needed something to occupy his mind. Idleness was eating away at him. Jessica greeted him at the entrance, leading him through hallways decorated with modern art.

When they finally reached a large office, Kylie was waiting for him. Dressed casually but impeccably, she quickly assessed him as he approached.

"Gabriel Silva, right?" Kylie said, extending her hand.

"Yes, Ms. Jenner," he replied, his posture firm and his voice controlled. His eyes automatically scanned the room, noting cameras, exits, and even shadows where someone might be hiding. It was a habit impossible to break.

"Please, call me Kylie. Have a seat." She gestured to a chair across from her. "Jessica has spoken highly of you. It seems you have an impressive background."

Gabriel nodded. "I spent a good portion of my life in intelligence and security operations. I'm retired now, but I still keep my skills sharp."

"You don't seem like the type to retire and relax," Kylie said, leaning forward slightly. "Why did you leave Brazil?"

There was a pause. Gabriel considered whether to reveal the truth. "Let's just say that I didn't agree with the way things were going anymore. I decided it was time for a fresh start."

Kylie sensed the weight behind his words, but didn't press. "The job here would not only be to protect myself, but also my family, if necessary. Let's be honest, our life attracts a lot of problems. Not only crazy fans, but also... people who don't want the best for us. Do you think you can handle that?"

Gabriel gave a slight smile. "With all due respect, Ms. Jenner, I've dealt with much worse situations than paparazzi and fans. But yes, I believe I can help."

Kylie tilted her head, assessing him for a moment before answering. "Great. Consider yourself hired. I want you to start immediately.

That night, Gabriel returned to his apartment with a signed contract and his mind occupied. Working for Kylie Jenner was not something he had imagined for himself, but the opportunity gave him a sense of purpose he had not felt in months. Plus, the job promised unique challenges, which kept him motivated.

The next few days were intense. Gabriel immersed himself in detailed analyses of Kylie's routine and the mansion's security. He installed new systems, reinforced protocols, and even trained the existing security team. Kylie was impressed by his efficiency and gradually began to trust him.

"You really don't let anything slip by, do you?" Kylie commented one afternoon as Gabriel reviewed the security plans.

"It's part of my training," he replied, not looking up from the map he was studying. "I don't like surprises."

Kylie smiled. "That's good. With our lives, surprises are never good."

A few weeks later, their professional connection began to evolve into something more personal. Gabriel still maintained his reserved demeanor, but Kylie couldn't help but notice his strong and discreet presence. During a casual conversation, she asked about his life in Brazil.

"Do you miss it?" she asked as they walked through the garden.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "But the Brazil I knew is disappearing. It's not the place I used to call home anymore."

"It must be hard to leave everything behind," she said, with genuine empathy.

"Yeah," Gabriel replied, looking off into the distance. "But sometimes it's necessary to survive."

In that moment, Kylie realized there was so much more to Gabriel than he let on. He wasn't just a bodyguard; he was someone with deep scars and untold stories. And as much as he tried to hide behind his professional facade, she knew there was something about him that could change her life.

What they both didn't know was that this change was just beginning.

Chapter 2: A New Mission

Gabriel Silva adjusted the dial on the discreet earbuds in his ear while keeping his eyes peeled around. They were at an exclusive park in Beverly Hills reserved for celebrities and their families.

It was the first time he had accompanied Kylie Jenner on an outing with her children, Stormi and Aire. While it was technically a simple outing a stroll with the kids in a protected environment Gabriel knew that simplicity was never guaranteed when it came to the Kardashians.

Stormi, six, was radiant in a floral dress, holding a unicorn-shaped balloon as she ran toward the playground. Aire, just over two, was in the stroller being pushed by Kylie, babbling disjointed words and giggling with an innocence that Gabriel found comforting.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Kylie asked Gabriel as she adjusted her sunglasses. She wore a casual yet elegant outfit that still exuded her brand of luxury.

"Yes, Miss Jenner. I've already checked all the entrances, set up two undercover security guards, and monitored the area for paparazzi. No one gets close without me knowing," Gabriel replied, his voice calm but firm.

She smiled. "No need to call me Miss. We're beyond that, don't you think?"

"If you insist, Kylie," he said, allowing himself a brief smile before returning to his surroundings.

Stormi pulled her mother toward the slide, but when she saw Gabriel, she changed her mind.

"Gabriel!" she called, running toward him. "Can you help me on the swing?"

He hesitated for a moment, surprised by the invitation, but the girl's hopeful expression disarmed him. He looked at Kylie, who shrugged with a smile.

"Why not? It seems like she already likes you," she said.

Gabriel followed Stormi to the swings. The girl climbed on her own, but when she noticed that the seat was a little high, she reached out to him.

"You're strong, huh?" Stormi asked, her big eyes shining. "Mommy said you're a hero."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Did she say that?"

"Yes!" Stormi smiled. "She said you protect people and that it's just like in the movies."

He adjusted the swing so she was comfortable and began to gently push her.

"Well, I try to do my job. But the real hero here is you, Stormi. I bet your mommy does all this just to make you happy."

The little girl giggled, delighted by the answer, as the swing rose higher.

Kylie watched from a distance, carrying Aire in her arms. The boy pointed at Gabriel, making sounds that sounded like "Gabie" his attempt at saying the security guard's name.

"Looks like the little one likes you too," Kylie commented when Gabriel came back to her.

"He's a smart kid," Gabriel replied, giving Aire a quick glance. "And he has a great mom."

Kylie looked surprised, but also flattered. "You have a way with kids. I would never have guessed that from a former intelligence agent."

Gabriel shrugged. "Maybe it's because I never got the chance to be one. I grew up too fast. Sometimes it's nice to see the world through their eyes."

The answer caught Kylie off guard. She was used to superficial conversation, but Gabriel was different. He had a depth she rarely found in the people around her.

The afternoon went on peacefully, at least until a paparazzo tried to enter the park using a drone. Gabriel was the first to notice the strange noise in the sky. He immediately grabbed Kylie's shoulder.

"Stay with the kids. I'll be right back," he said, walking away quickly.

The drone hovered above the playground, its cameras trained directly on Kylie and her children. Gabriel activated the device he had in his pocket a signal jammer he had insisted on including for security.

Within seconds, the drone lost control and gently fell to the grass. He grabbed it before anyone else could get close.

When he came back, Kylie looked at him with a mixture of admiration and relief. "You really don't let anything slip by, do you?"

"Part of the job," he replied matter-of-factly, handing the disassembled drone to one of the undercover security guards. "No one should be intruding on a moment like this."

Stormi, still on the swing, cried out, "Gabriel, you saved the day!"

He smiled at her. "Just doing my part, little hero."

Later, as Kylie put Aire in the stroller and prepared to leave the park, Stormi ran up to Gabriel once more, hugging his legs.

"Will you babysit us again tomorrow?" she asked.

"I'll be around whenever you need me," Gabriel replied, crouching down to her level. "I promise."

Stormi smiled and ran back to her mother. Kylie looked at Gabriel, looking thoughtful.

"Thank you for today," she said as she smoothed her hair. "It's rare to find someone I can trust like that."

"Trust is a two-way street," he replied. "I know you trust me to protect what matters most. That's something I take seriously."

Kylie nodded. "I think I made the right choice hiring you."

Back at the mansion that night, Gabriel reflected on the day. He'd protected presidents, rescued hostages, and defused bombs, but nothing had felt as meaningful as the trust of a child like Stormi or the grateful look on Kylie's face.

Working with the Jenner family wasn't just a job; it was a reminder that he could still make a difference.

And for the first time in a long time, Gabriel felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Chapter 3: A New Responsibility

Silva parked his armored car in front of a chic boutique in the heart of Beverly Hills. He had received specific instructions from Kylie that morning: her mother, Kris Jenner, had a series of appointments around town, and Gabriel would be responsible for her security.

Although he had been used to dealing with intense personalities during his career, he knew Kris was a force of nature.

He got out of the car and adjusted his suit, maintaining impeccable posture. Kris Jenner was already waiting on the sidewalk, wearing oversized sunglasses and a designer black dress that exuded authority. She looked Gabriel up and down as he approached.

"You must be the famous Gabriel," Kris said, her tone a mix of curiosity and challenge. "Kylie has been talking about you a lot."

"It's a pleasure, Mrs. Jenner," Gabriel replied with a slight nod. He had learned that keeping things formal was the best approach in situations like this.

"Please call me Kris," she corrected, smiling. "Mrs. Jenner makes me feel older than I'd like."

Gabriel gave her a small smile. "As you wish, Kris."

Their first stop of the day was inside the haute couture boutique. Gabriel followed Kris discreetly, keeping a strategic distance as she checked out clothes and accessories.

He scanned every corner of the store, alert for any suspicious behavior. The sales staff, clearly intimidated by the presence of the Kardashian-Jenner matriarch, did everything they could to please her.

"So, Gabriel," Kris began as she examined an expensive leather bag. "Kylie tells me you have an interesting past. Something about being a Brazilian secret agent?"

"Former agent," he corrected, keeping his tone neutral. "Today, my job is to ensure your safety."

"Hmm," Kris murmured, looking at him over her sunglasses. "And do you like this job? Taking care of celebrities instead of... saving the world?"

Gabriel stared at her, considering his answer. "My priority has always been to protect people. The scenario may have changed, but the mission remains the same."

Kris seemed to consider her words before giving a slight smile. "Good answer."

As she continued her shopping, Gabriel noticed something unusual. A man standing outside the boutique was taking pictures with his cell phone. His behavior was unlike that of a casual fan; his movements were calculated, and he seemed to be trying to hide.

Gabriel approached one of the salespeople. "Does this store usually have private security?"

"Yes, but they didn't come today," the nervous young man replied.

Gabriel nodded and approached Kris. "Excuse me, Kris, we need to leave. Now."

She raised an eyebrow, surprised by the urgency in his voice. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"I don't want to alarm you, but there's someone outside who's paying too much attention to you. We should move on to the next location."

Kris sighed, but followed Gabriel. "If you say so, I trust your judgment."

As they walked to the car, Gabriel kept Kris by his side, blocking the man's view with his cell phone. Once they were inside, he gave the driver quick instructions.

"Take the side street and avoid the main traffic," he said before turning to Kris. "I apologize for the rush, but safety comes first."

She studied him as the car moved forward. "You really don't mess around, do you?"

"Not when it comes to protecting the people under my responsibility," Gabriel replied.

Their next stop was an exclusive restaurant where Kris was having a business meeting. Gabriel had scouted the place beforehand, checking the entrances, exits, and even the neighboring tables. He had positioned two undercover security guards at strategic points, ensuring that the environment was under control.

"You're much more thorough than I expected," Kris commented as she settled into a private table. "That's good. I like people who take their work seriously."

Gabriel stood, taking in the surroundings. "Safety is in the details. A small oversight can turn into a big problem."

During the meeting, Gabriel noticed that one of the waiters seemed nervous. He kept exchanging frequent glances with a nearby table, where two men were sitting, apparently just having coffee.

Gabriel pretended to go to the bathroom, but used the moment to take a closer look. When he came back, he was sure something was wrong.

Kris noticed his expression. "What's wrong?"

"Probably nothing," he said calmly. "But I'll stay closer to you, just in case."

She nodded, not arguing. When the meeting ended, Gabriel led Kris out of the restaurant.

As they walked to their car, one of the men from the previous table stood up abruptly and began following them. Gabriel noticed the movement immediately.

"Keep walking, but slowly," he whispered to Kris.

The man moved closer and Gabriel intervened. He stepped forward, blocking the stranger's path.

"Do you need something?" Gabriel asked, his voice as steady as steel.

The man hesitated, clearly intimidated by Gabriel's presence. "Oh…no, nothing. I was just going to my car," he said, looking away and walking away quickly.

Gabriel followed him with his gaze until he was sure he had disappeared. Only then did he turn to Kris.

"Everything's fine now," he said.

Kris stared at him for a moment before smiling. "You're not just good at what you do. You're exceptional."

Back in the car, Kris finally relaxed. "You know, Gabriel, I've had a lot of bodyguards over the years, but none like you. You really care, and that's rare."

"Thank you, Kris," he replied. "I take my job seriously. Always."

She looked at him with genuine admiration. "I think Kylie found a real diamond."

At the end of the day, Gabriel dropped Kris off and returned to his apartment feeling satisfied. Although the day had been full of tension, he knew he had accomplished his mission with excellence. And, more than that, he was beginning to earn the trust of another important person in the Jenner family.

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