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Kimberly smiled softly as Carla said something about the child lock, the cool air from the car seeping out into the hot air. [b]“It’s better to be safe than sorry.”[/b] She retorted has she followed Carla to the doors of the apartment building. Though this time she didn’t put the gun to her back, she clearly wasn’t going to run away from her home. It was slightly worrisome that someone had already buzzed them in. [b]“Do your neighbors often just buzz anyone in?”[/b] She asked her tone nervous, what kind of a safe place would not have locks on every door? Or just let any and every one in, just like that? Places that did that made her nervous, in a family like hers, she found herself worried about being gunned down for something stupid. 

Kimberly followed her up the stairs seeing the trouble she was having. She wondered if Carla was on some kind of medicine that she didn’t know about, by now. The pale complexion and shakiness, it was only worsening. When Carla stopped on the top first flight of stairs, Kimberly stopped as well waiting for her, though Ethan was impatient and kept going up. [b]“It’s okay. Take your time.”[/b] She said worry in her voice, it would be a shame if something was wrong with the woman. Maybe she should have just taken her to the hospital instead of bringing her home.

She waited for Carla to be ready before slowly walking the stairs with her, Ethan was waiting at the top for them. When the door opened she didn’t even notice her brother was in the room visiting, the first thing she saw was Liz. Acting like she didn’t know what happened to Carla, but she saw the horror in her eyes, it made her smile a bit. The truth had already been planted in Carla’s head, now all that was left was to prove it to her. When Liz looked nervously at her, her eyes narrowed angrily at her, even when she acted like she cared, she couldn’t hide the truth that she was a selfish bitch.

[b]“Looks like she’s having a withdraw tesoro, I thought you were better than getting mixed up with another druggie mio sorella.”[/b] Michael said from behind Liz, his tone almost disappointed as he knew pissed her off. Her eyes widened a little, looking past Liz at her brother, before looking back at Liz. Kimberly’s look likely said it all, she was about ready to take her gun to Liz’s head, just get rid of the burden all together. How dare she leave her waiting so she could deal with Michael?!? [b]“Perhaps you should help Carla inside Lizzie, it would be a shame for all your neighbors to know just how much of a fucked up puttana you really are.”[/b] She said her tone could dark and emotionless.

She followed into the small apartment, with Ethan right behind her, closing the door. [b]“What are you even doing here brother? I thought we had a deal not to get mixed in one another’s deals?”[/b] Tone still dark and emotionless, Michael only made it worse when he smirked cockily at her. [b]“I don’t see your name written on her body….”[/b] He stated before looking over at Liz with a smile and winking at her. [b]“…that I’ve seen so far, anyway.”[/b] Kimberly made a gaging sound at her brothers flirting.

(Italian-) [b]“You know, there isn’t going to be a reason to even care, if you two don’t fix Carla.”[/b] Ethan said loudly before looking over to Carla shaking where Liz sat her. Michael looked at the girl as if she was the nastiest person in the world, he didn’t like people who clearly thought they was better than him. [b]“Why should I help her? I could care less about her!”[/b] He said crossing his arms glaring at Kim. [b]“Because Kimberly would owe you a favor.”[/b] (-Italian) Ethan said behind her before she could even respond, he knew how to get Michael’s help rather Kimberly wanted to say it or not, he looked at her questionably before Kim nodded. He asked what club she had brought Carla from, having sold to most of the clubs he knew what they used. Tying something around Carla’s arm, he stuck the needle in her arm, giving just enough to stop the withdraw. As he was doing this, Kim turned to Liz. [b]“This is all your motherfucking fault!”[/b]