Immediately after handling BG, Dre headed back to New York City. Not long after he arrived there, and he went to bed, an intruder lay in wait in his back yard. The man—over- dressed in army fatigues and knee high boots—sweltered in the summer heat. His dark brown eyes with rings around them confirmed a day wasted waiting for Dre’s arrival. The man had no desire to kill Tasha and Amare without the man of the household present.
Abusing Dre was chancy, but the man planned to make Kareem Bezel pay, slowly for being savvier, shrewder, and suave than his pal, Agent Lucas McKenzey. The man desperately wanted to get Kareem, but he would need a more sophisticated means to get in and out of Kareem’s building. Right now, Dre would pay for the raking pain caused by the nomenclature: The Bezel Brothers.
Thirty minutes passed since Dre turned off the bedroom light. The man was antsy. He pulled open the screen door and turned the doorknob. That was a surprise, he thought. The screen door was unlocked. Agent Turner retrieved a set of keys from his pocket. The one coded green fit into the top lock. The yellow one slid easily into the middle lock. And the red key fit snugly in the doorknob lock. He turned the knob and entered the home’s kitchen.
***
Dre’s silent alarm alerted him on his bedside panel that he had a door ajar. He grabbed his Magnum from the night stand and switched the monitor to the kitchen. Dre signaled for Tasha to stay quiet in the bedroom, as he raced to grab Amare. Amare wrapped his arms around his father and rested his head on his shoulder. The baby was oblivious to the invasion.
Dre handed Amare to Tasha, who looked deathly afraid, and for good reason: someone had forcefully entered her home. Dre whispered into her ear, and they both reacted. Despite her fright, she was sure that Dre would spare nothing to protect her and their son.
***
The unwanted man waited in the kitchen. He could not believe that the home owners had not responded to his disrespectful entry into their abode. They should have commanded the police to their home, but they were sound asleep. Stupid ingrates, he thought. The man treaded lightly, as he progressed into the suburban home. His Glock drawn in the event Dre decided to confront him with a sudden move. The man knew the brothers intimately, and he would kill Dre that night, he thought.
At the top of the spiral stair case, the man scanned the hallway, and noticed that the master bedroom door was partially open. The sneer on his face was repulsive. He wanted to see the state of shock, internal strain, and disbelieving stares on the homeowner’s face. At the bedroom door, he slowly pushed it open. No creak. A good, rich door. Both of the brothers moved from Philadelphia and lived richly. Why did they deserve their lifestyles? He wanted a slice of the loaf, and that night, he planned to take a part of the green-colored bread.
When he reached the head of the bed, he positioned himself and placed his gun an inch from the heads under the blanket. He cocked his gun, and Dre with hurricane speed raced out his closet and offered the butt of his gun to the back of the intruder’s head. The man fell forward and squeezed off a shot, as he lost the gun. Glass shattered from the framed picture on the wall, as Tasha bravely raced down the stairs with Amare.
The intruder attempted to stand as Dre delivered a kick to his face. And another to his gut, as Tasha reappeared in the bedroom. The man turned and saw that she had a gun trained on him. She said, “Please move, pussy! Please! God, I dare you to make one fuckin’ move!” The man tried to speak, but Tasha screamed, “Shut the fuck up, pussy,” before she shot him in the thigh.
“Don’t! I’m a federal agent. My badge is in my wallet.”
“I don’t give a—” Tasha began, prepared to shot him again. “Wait, Tash!” Dre yelled. “We might need this nigga.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Kareem and Toi approached Dre’s front door, as Tasha opened it. Tasha stepped aside, as they marched past her, both lured by the thought of who Dre and Tasha had bound and gagged in their family room.
When they reached the family room, Toi wanted to run away. Kareem’s face became flushed with anger, and his sudden desire to be there had faded quickly. He could not believe that he stared at the face of Shimir.