Chapter 5 Cúigear: Autopsy

He slides his hand across my face and rubs it with the pad of his thumb continuing to kiss me.

He slowly moved away from me, smiling rubbing my cheek. He suddenly frowns and moves his hand away from my face and stares at the foundation on the pads of his fingers. Fuck.

He stared at me intently and I swallowed hard wondering how I'm going to get out of this.

"Why are you wearing so much makeup Belle?"

I swallow hard thinking of an excuse, any good excuse will do but I can't think of a single one. "I got carried away when I put it on this morning."

He looks at me not buying my bullshite excuse and begins rubbing it off. He stares at my face as I ask what he's doing but he chooses not to answer and I sit nervously knowing he'll see the black eye I'm trying to hide and now failing to do. He knits his eyebrows together while scrubbing off the caked foundation and muttering, "You don't need to wear this much shite unless you're hiding something." This is all bull crap at college all girls do, but in my case it's different from those who don't know how to apply the shite in the first place.

His concern deepens when he wipes it off my cheek bone and I flinch. He mutters a sorry then he sees it and it's as if time stands still. "Who did this to you Belle?"

I chose not to answer him.

"Who the fuck did this to you Belle?"

I flinch back but choose to answer. "Who the fuck do you think?"

"I'm going to feckin kill him."

"I have to go, Fionn, it's getting late and..."

"Come back with me."

"I can't, I'm sorry." I say struggling to get up.

"Please Belle, I can protect you."

"I have to go, I'm sorry." I say running away from him and away from my serenity I hear him shouting my name but don't stop.

Fionn

I slam the door behind me. Elon looks stunned at me. "He's hurting her." I grit out.

Leon looks up to me with a frown upon his face. "Are you sure brother?"

"I am she had a shite ton of shite in her face when I rubbed it off she went all feckin devinesove on me."

"She was marked?"

"Of feckin course, she was feckin marked, Elon. What part of "she went fecking defensive on me." Means?"

He holds his hands up in defence. "Wow brother chillax. I'm just making sure." He sighs, dropping his hands. "Did she say who did it?"

"Sort of. She said, "Who do you think?"

"Feck. Well sort this brother just keep an eye in her until after the funeral we need to catch him red hands and take her the fuck away fro him and show his congragation what a feckin asshole prick they are following."

I nod in agreement. "Calm down brother, get freshened up and we'll have a whisky or two to get you released. I think we've both had too much shite going down this past week and we need to unwind before the autopsy."

"Have you heard anything back from the pathologist yet?"

"I have, when you disappeared, we have to be there first thing."

"Sure. I'll get freshened up and you get those whiskeys on rocks poured."

He nods, smiling and I head upstairs and relieve myself before stripping down to my tanned naked body. I step under the shower letting the water ease up the tension as I shower.

I head downstairs once I'm done in the shower and dressed in my lounge bottoms and sit down. Elon passes me the whisky on the rocks and I sip it letting it bne as it slithers down my throat. "Damn, that's better. I needed that."

He grins. "I knew you would brother so tell me how you come about seeing the beautiful Belle alone without her being under that bastard's watchful eye?"

"By our conversation coincidence. She was sitting by the lake. it as pure coincidence Elon. I was out there to think and there she was, we spoke for a while and.."

"And?"

I grinned.

"You kissed her, didn't you, you little shite?"

I grin wider, the kiss was feckin perfect in every way.

"You know what that means now don't you? You'll ve to marry her?"

"Maybe, she has plans to head away from Ireland to go to uni."

"We can't have that can we."

"We can't ruin her life either, Elon no matter what Ciarán wanted when he drew that contract."

He sighs. "I know you want her Fionn. That dumb shite, mother fucker had no idea he was signing her life away when she turns eighteen. I'll have another contract written up when she turns eighteen to state she comes home and marries you once her time is up at uni and I'll make sure that she has the best security with her so that dumb shite doesn't try and take her from uni while she is there."

"Thank you Elon, that means a lot."

"What can I say young love is sweet." he gags grinning.

I laugh, shaking my head knowing Elon will never settle down continuing our legacy is more important than any woman. We have rivals who want to take our legacy away. He won't ever let that happen. The Loke family are known to be ruthless and take no prisoners they ar more evil than we are even though we possess the north and south of Ireland they possess the rest and want more cause they are greedy fuckers. we won't bow down to them, the day we do it's all over.

Elon

Both Fionn and I got up early despite drinking half a bottle of whisky last night and still worse for wear. We had to be at the mortuary at eleven to find out what and who had killed Cerian.

Once we had eaten our breakfast and swilled it down with orange juice we freshened up and dressed before heading to the mortuary where we were met with the pathologist who we put in charge of our brother's autopsy. "Elon and Fionn Mitchell. A pleasure."he says, shaking our hands.

We return his gesture. "Coroner Roberts, it's a pleasure."

"Come come "I have completed my autopsy report. You'll be quite surprised about my findings, maybe as confused and as shocked as I am."

We nod and follow him into his office. We have chosen this way so Fionn doesn't break down at the sight of our brother's cold body. "Take a seat."

We nod and sit down he sits opposite us and pulls up a file of ceirons autopsy. He then explains his findings. "Your brother, Ciarán, was shot with a Cabot 1911 which holds a 45 ACP cartridge. It went straight through his temple and though his skull killed him instantly. I had the gun and bullets sent to forensics on an ASAP. The results came back this morning before you arrived."

Please don't tell me it's not whose gum I'm thinking it is. Ciarán had It specially made to his specifics. "The. Model of this particular gun was a custom-made gun no other gun had been made to the specific derailing of the gun. The record of this particular gun belongs to your brother's gun."

"He was shot with his own gun?"

He nods.

"That's impossible Ciarán couldn't have shot himself?"

"Not from where it was shot fromm no. Someone else shot it Mr. Mitchell. It was at least four maybe five feet away."

"My... Our brother was murdered?"

"Yes, Mr. Mitchell."

Fuck.

"Do you have any idea who did this?"

"We don't sorry. Unless you find the gun you'll never know who killed him."

We both nod knowing exactly who did this. We just needed the gun to prove it.

"Did you do the autopsies on our men as well?"

"We did. I had help as you wanted it done ASAP so you can hurry all of them including your brother."

I nodded. "Much appreciated."

He smiles.

"So did you find out what killed our men?"

His smile faded; this couldn't be good.

"I do. It's not one of our own, that's for sure."

So it could've been a hit against us so where the feck does Jacob fit into all of this as he's MIA.

"Hit us with it."

He swallows. "Desert Eagle; 50 calibre."

That's infeckinpossible.

"Isn't that Australian?"

"It is."

Feck. We need to find out who came to our house and took out our men, but without the security footage scribbled we had no way of proving who did kill all of them th

"Thank you for your time, Coroner Roberts."

"No problem I just wished I had more for you."

"It's plenty."

We shook hands before he showed Aus out. We both got into the car and I barked orders down the phone to the remainder of the men we had. "I want a full sweep of the grounds. I want my brother's gun found."

"Yes boss."

I ended the call and continued to drive home. "You don't think Jacob killed Ciarán do you?"

"There's only so much one person can take before they snap."

He nods, sitting silently as I continue to drive seething. If Jacob did truly kill our brother, we have to find him and make sure he never wakes again, not after taking our brother away.