Even Hell is Holy

Malia hated Italy. It was that simple. She hated the cold rooms they were installed in and she hated not being able to relax for a single second.

They woke up, Hayden out of the bed for hours now because she was an insomniac and so was Donovan. Corey snoring not far from Malia and looking years younger. Then they sat their asses down and worked until Malia was seeing spots in her vision. Cuts on the neck of the dead guards, missing body, missing flash disk. No news from the Blink&Clean's lost agent. Dead, probably.

They had meals in the large room with some other employees of the mansion and Camden sitting at the end of table, legs crossed while he cleansed his guns and glared at them.

Malia swore, one minute she would get fed up of his arrogant attitude and shove that gun so far up his-

"Agent?"

She looked up from the bowl, eyes tired and head hurting.

"Yes?"

"Do you have a minute?"

She wasn't the best agent, but she was observant enough to see Donovan lingering on the doorway. Unsure if he should leave them or not. She offered him a small smile. Was he possibly worried about her safety?

Camden wouldn't hurt her. Her nerves perhaps, but not her. She was a guest and an employee at his place and the arrogant jerk wouldn't insult his father by killing her under the Caltagirone's roof.

Malia followed him outside of the dining room and past the big ball room, with luxurious fireplaces. She hadn't been to the winter garden yet. In fact, Malia was at least a shade paler, once she hadn't seen the sunlight since getting to Italy.

Camden limped to a bench and sat down, looking up to her with his big blue eyes and a sly smirk that made her want to take a step back.

"What do you want, Camden?" Malia sighed, taking her gaze from him and eyeing the flowers blossoming. White lilies and chrysanthemums; the flower selection of the Caltagirone family was as bad as their hospitality.

"I- How is the job going? Any progress?" he was shifting uncomfortably on the bench. Looking at his hands.

"Slow" Malia scoffed "Because you've been cowering and blaming us for your lack of competency"

Camden looked up, a flush crawling his cheeks and he scoffed "No, I haven't"

Malia crossed arms, took a step forward "Oh yeah? Then who's Isaac?"

Camden froze, wide eyed and looking much younger. Then he frowned, his face went livid and he stood up, ready to grab her face and smash it in a wall "None of your business, agent."

"It is my business" Malia barked back, taking a step forward and glaring. He wasn't going to scare her away "You witnessed a crime and you've been lying to us since we got here. You're endangering me and my colleagues, so I'll ask just once more: Who's Isaac?"

"My brother" the words fell from his mouth, while Camden blinked in shock "How'd you know I'm a witness?"

"You're limping" Malia scoffed, moving away from him "So they killed your brother? Is that why Caltagirones and Argents have a feud?"

"They didn't kill Isaac, they took him"

"… What do you mean?" Malia frowned "What are you hiding?"

He didn't answer. Malia was growing impatient, she was sure that the talk was just a waste of her time when Camden finally spoke up.

"Dad always liked him more than me." His voice was soft, barely there and Malia blinked in surprise. "I'm the heir of the Caltagirone's business, but Isaac? He was always the favorite. Can't blame dad, he would be mine too. Five years ago the Argents took him. We- we buried an empty coffin. His car was destroyed, they couldn't savage a single bone. Dad kept saying that wasn't possible, but I just thought he was in denial. Then the pictures came. Isaac, alive… looking nothing like my brother. Pictures threatening us. Telling us to stop negotiating with our clients, stop smuggling guns and drugs"

Malia was barely breathing, listening attentively.

"Of course dad didn't stop. I begged, but his head is thick as concrete. Then the punishments started" Camden's already pale face lost the rest of its color "Pictures with Isaac bleeding and beat. Dad contracted Blink&Clean. Because Blink&Clean is amazing, Camden. We went through three agents, Malia" he looked up, desperate "Three dead agents. None of them could track Isaac down. Then dad asked for their best agent. It seemed like this time things would work out, you know? The agent had a flash disk with the information on Isaac. I insisted on going to Paris to retrieve it."

He wouldn't stop now, hands shaking uncontrollably and face white as milk. "Then the agent fell, then my guards… There was so much blood. I was tortured for three days. Came back home without the disk, traumatized, without my brother, and having wasted money on the dead agent." He sighed "Is that all?"

Malia's hands were shaking. She swallowed down the pressing feeling on her throat and tried to form a decent sentence "Camden?"

"Yes?"

"What was the name of the agent? The last one?"

"Raeken; Theodore Raeken"

And then Malia understood. Blink&Clean wasn't working with the Caltagirones, but with the Argents.

Neutralized. Theo Raeken had been sent to die. Blink&Clean had sent her to die.

"Please" his throat was so dry. He felt like he had swallowed sand "Please…"

"What, baby?" her voice was sweet and docile and Kate Argent knelt by his side, pushing his hair back away from his sweaty forehead. She had a lighter in her hand.

"Can you-" he choked on saliva and blood and she opened a smile. Sadistic bitch.

"Yea?"

"Can you go to hell?" Theo rasped, opening a grin and making her go a shade paler.

"Oh, baby" she snarled, pressing their foreheads together "Haven't you heard? We're already there"

n/a: I'm aware I suck