**Chapter 11: Family Dinner – Unspoken Tensions
The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as Simon and Gigi arrived at the Jenner family's sprawling estate for the dinner gathering. It was a rare evening, a family get-together that everyone had been looking forward to. Simon, despite his usual calm demeanor, couldn't shake the tension he felt. Tonight, the dynamics would shift, and he knew exactly why.
Kim and Kylie, with their radiant smiles, had invited Kanye and Travis to join the dinner—two men Simon couldn't shake the resentment he felt for. He knew what they had done to his sisters. They had both impregnated them and then abandoned them without so much as a thought for the consequences of their actions. Simon had heard the whispers, the pain in his sisters' voices when they talked about how they were left to pick up the pieces. His protective instincts, honed over years of duty, flared up like a firestorm.
As he sat down at the dinner table, Simon's icy blue eyes scanned the room. He tried to focus on the conversations around him, but his mind kept drifting to Kanye and Travis. His gaze locked onto them—sharp, calculating—and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away.
Gigi, seated beside him, could feel the shift in his energy. She reached for his hand under the table, squeezing it gently. She knew Simon well enough to understand what was brewing beneath his calm exterior. She didn't want him to lose control tonight.
The Tension at the Table
Dinner was served, and the room was filled with polite chatter and the clinking of glasses. But Simon couldn't ignore the nagging feeling gnawing at him. He looked across the table at Kanye and Travis, both trying to act casual, but Simon could see through the facade. They were both trying to maintain composure, but Simon could see their nervous glances toward him. The tension in the air was palpable.
Kim, ever the mediator, tried to keep things light. "So, Simon, how's everything going with the mission? Any exciting developments?" she asked, sensing the unease that hung in the air.
Simon's eyes remained fixed on Kanye and Travis. His fingers twitched slightly, the weight of his twin Desert Eagles—always close by—itching at the back of his mind. He could feel the cold metal calling to him, a reminder of the power at his fingertips. He knew what needed to be done.
But then, Gigi's hand, soft and gentle, slid into his under the table. Her touch grounded him. She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes was enough: Don't do it.
The Confrontation
Without a word, Simon stood up, his movements precise and deliberate. Everyone at the table fell silent, sensing something was about to change. Simon reached down to his side, pulling out both of his Desert Eagles—each gleaming in the light of the chandelier. His fingers moved with practiced ease as he began to clean the guns, the soft sound of the cloth against metal echoing in the room.
Kanye and Travis froze. The room was still. Gigi's eyes widened in concern, but she didn't move. She knew Simon well enough to know that once he made up his mind, there was no turning back.
Simon placed the guns on the table between him and the two men, his gaze never leaving their faces. "You two," he started, his voice as cold as ice, "You are lucky my wife is here tonight." He glanced at Gigi briefly, his expression softening slightly at the sight of her, but it quickly turned back to anger as he returned his focus to the two men.
Travis and Kanye, both still silent, exchanged nervous glances. They understood the gravity of the situation. Simon wasn't just a soldier—he was a man of action, a protector, and right now, the anger in his eyes was lethal.
"I'm going to give you each one bullet," Simon continued, his voice like a low growl, "You will engrave your names on them, and you will give them back to me." His words were measured, each one carrying the weight of a threat that hung in the air like a storm.
No one at the table moved. It was as though time had stopped. The tension was unbearable.
The Moment of Truth
Simon reached across the table and slid two empty bullet casings toward Travis and Kanye. His gaze was unwavering as he waited for them to comply. Travis, his eyes darting between Simon and the guns, slowly picked up the casing and stared at it. He hesitated, but Simon's unblinking stare held him in place.
"Do it," Simon commanded quietly.
Kanye, similarly tense, picked up his own bullet casing, but he didn't move to engrave his name just yet. The room was silent, save for the sound of Simon's controlled breathing. He wasn't going to let them off easy.
But before anything could escalate further, Gigi's hand reached out, placing a gentle but firm grip on Simon's arm. Her voice was calm but insistent. "Simon," she said softly, "They are just men. You are a better man than this. Don't let them drag you down."
Simon looked down at her, and for the first time that evening, the intensity in his eyes softened. He saw the pleading in her gaze, and something in him shifted. He knew she was right. He was a protector, not a killer. And if he was to be with her, he needed to be the man she saw in him—the man she loved.
Simon took a slow breath, his hand relaxing slightly. He turned back to Kanye and Travis, who both seemed to exhale a collective sigh of relief. "You're lucky," Simon said, his voice low but firm, "that she saved you from something you couldn't save yourselves from."
The Family's Reaction
The room remained frozen for a moment before anyone dared to speak. Kim was the first to break the silence. She looked at Simon, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and admiration. "Thank you, Simon. For understanding," she said softly.
Kylie, her voice quiet but sincere, added, "I never wanted this to happen. None of us did." She glanced at Kanye and Travis, disappointment in her eyes.
Gigi, still holding Simon's hand, squeezed it gently. She was proud of him—not just for listening to her but for his restraint. He had chosen peace in that moment, not because he wasn't capable of violence, but because he loved her more.
Simon stood tall, his posture relaxed once again. "I'm done here," he said. "But remember, respect for family is something that runs deeper than blood."
To be continued...