Race To Taylar

12. Time for Justice

***Taylar POV***

After drawing those men's faces for my father I couldn't get them out of my head. I often had nightmares in the last few weeks. But Julian was there to rock me back to sleep. His mother had come with his clothes one day while he was out with Uncle JJ. She told my daddy she knew who he was and what he did and that if Julian wants to associate with us then he's not welcome at her home. My dad simply took his bags inside after telling her she's a pathetic excuse for a mother.

But as I lay watching Julian sleeping right now, I silently thank her. She's the reason he is the guy I love. He's my strength, my protector, my love and my best friend and the father to my unborn. (I found out I was pregnant when Julian took me to the hospital for the pain from my attack) Needless to say, I needed him here and here is where he stayed. My parents weren't happy with him sleeping in my bed but it made me feel safe and they agreed as long as the door stayed open.

"What's wrong?"

I smiled as his beautiful eyes fluttered open.

"Nothing," I assured him. "Just so thankful you're here with me."

He smiled to me and kissed my lips before pulling me tighter against him. I missed being with him. Sexually. But every time things got steamy I freaked out. But my baby was understanding. And he'd just kiss on my shoulder as he held me until I calmed down again.

"We can talk if you want," he said as he stared up at the ceiling.

I smiled as I said, "No. Let's get back to sleep. You got a big day tomorrow."

He smiled and closed his eyes.

***Julian POV***

After another night sleeping with Taylar in my arms I eased out of bed without waking her. I walked downstairs to Brian and he immediately order me to get going. I was to lead the men to the road Taylar was raped on and we would all take them at gunpoint. It was my duty to end the one who had actually penetrated my girl this time.

"Ready," JJ asked as he handed me one of the guns he'd had his friend out of town buy and bring to him.

"He's ready," I heard Brian say before exiting the kitchen. "Gotta look out for his unborn."

I looked up at him as I said, "Listen, I just wanted to say I'm not angry about you killing my uncle anymore. I mean I'm sad he's not here. But I guess the uncle I knew was gone before his actual death. I just mean that I understand now how far you have to go sometimes to protect your family. And I hope you trust me to protect Taylar also."

He didn't say anything. He just pulled me into a hug. The kind of hug a father gives his son. Also the kind my dad never gave me.

"Alright, let's go," JJ called as he headed for the door and we followed.

I got in my car which I had driven to near empty for it to cut off at the spot Taylar was raped. It'd been a process of trial and error to figure out that part. JJ had a jug of gas in his car. We figured they were waiting to catch me alone. So JJ & Brian got in JJ's van and left. I waited about thirty minutes for them to go, park their car in a set of bushes down the road from where I'd stop and get back up it into position.

I looked to my watch for the time then headed to my route. As if on cue, the second I past the diner on the edge of the main square a truck pulled behind me. I smirked and continued driving. They turned off just a few meters from my destination. Almost a quarter mile later my car sputtered to a stop.

"Right on time," I said to myself.

I began busying myself looking for absolutely nothing in my car. I wanted to look as if I was searching for a cellphone or something. Then I heard a raggedy engine heading my way. I looked up to see the truck. I got out and waved my arms, feeling the gun against my back.

The truck stopped and there were three men in the cab and three on the back. All six. And they all looked like Taylar's drawings. I smiled.

"Need some help," Peter Griffin asked.

I nodded before replying, "I ran out of gas and forgot my cellphone at home. Can you take me up to the diner so I can call my girlfriend to pick me up?"

They chuckled and exited the truck. I acted confused as they surrounded me. The Indian Jones look-alike grabbed me from behind and I smirked to myself.

"Tough luck," one began. "Makes it even easier for us to teach you a lesson. We told that other boy bout struttin around with that nigger gal. Now we gone show you what happens to nigger lovers round here."

I silently cursed his ass out in my head. But I remained calm outwardly.

"Let him go hillbilly," was the next thing I heard. Followed by guns cocking.

I smiled as I snatched away and pulled my own. The men looked scared shitless as they were faced with five loaded weapons. JJ grinned like an evil genius watching his plan go down to perfection. He tossed me his keys and I ran to the bushes about ten meters away and got the van.

As I pulled up they walked the men to the van and I grabbed the gas jug. I went and filled my car then followed JJ & Brian with the van full of men to an abandoned mill outside of town. We parked in the back and led the men inside to where we had set up our work space. On the wall hung a picture of Taylar that I intended to take with me after all this.

When their eyes saw the picture they all widened in shock. Then they noticed the brass knuckles, icepicks and other various things we wanted to use on them. This was going to be a long twenty four hours. And I was going to be a different man afterwards. A murderer.

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