The Witches on BellaRow Street

20. Define Snitching

Fear creates random acts of stupidity.
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"Hey, Yanni? Wait!" Aunt BeeBee's voice, echos from the kitchen, stopping me in my tracks. "Can you come here for a second?"

It's officially date night. And I'm supposed to be walking into a restaurant, eating overpriced appetizers, and sharing my secret with Zion. But here I am, watching Aunt BeeBee slide a small-caliber semi-automatic handgun in my direction.

That's right, a gun. 

The moment I register what's happening, Mister Purr jumps on top of the kitchen island counter, twisting his nosy little head at me, waiting for my response.

He then glances at Aunt BeeBee, who goes back to 'cooking' whatever foreign potion, simmering on the stove. It smells awful but not as bad as this gun lingering on the counter.

Aunt BeeBee hums. "By the way, you look great."

"Thanks," I pause, unsure of what's happening. "Umm, why do I need a..." My voice trails off, still taking everything in.

Between Aunt BeeBee's casual demeanor on the handgun and Mister Purr's furry ass, sitting on the counter, we serve food on--I'm speechless.

I want to ask her what happened while I was napping, but my time is limited, and I need to leave now.

"Yanni, you know why," she peeks over her shoulder, looking at the semi-automatic and me, quirking a brow.

Compared to all the other guns I've seen, this one could fit easily into my clutch bag, making it accessible for any random situations that might pop off. However, it's not my style. Weapons are for humans. And I prefer magic.

"You want me to carry a gun on a date?" I ask.

Mister Purr tilts his head, wagging his tail, eyes twinkling, ready for drama.

"Actually, it's Junie who wants you to carry one while you're out," Aunt BeeBee shrugs. "I'm just giving it to you."

"And you agreed?"

Aunt BeeBee sprinkles three teaspoons of Imbo powder into her mysterious potion concoction, before giving me her undivided attention.

The fumes from the pot sizzle then pop, causing Mister Purr to jump and finally catch the bubbles floating out of the pan. I would've laughed at him if I wasn't staring at Aunt BeeBee.

"Yanni, we have a stalker on the loose," she says. "Someone who managed to catch us in a compromising position. And let's not forget about the NIWP--Detective Antonio Cree..." Her words hit home once she mentions the Witch/Warlock police. "This was your idea to stay. And we have to--as Junie would say-- move different."

Yes, my idea to stay, but at what cost? I'm not a stranger to using guns, hell, I've been to a shooting range several times, however, you know what, nevermind. It's best if I take it without push back.

"Okay," I add, lifting the gun. " Protection, right."

"Yes, we have to be smart."

Without wasting another minute, I scoop up the handgun, tuck it in my bag and watch as Aunt BeeBee relaxes at my action. Mister Purr gives me a smug look as if knowing I would back down. 

"Speaking of moving different, where's Junie? Where's Fay?" I couldn't sense their magic in the house.

"Well, Fay's with her fiance and Junie..." Aunt BeeBee lowers her eyes, turning back to the potion in the pot. "She had to take care of some business."