Page 39 of Desperate Justice
Di’s finsta account was private, only for family and friends. Like her parents, Allison had been added. Sometimes she even shared photos for Di to post.
“Paul isn’t on my finsta. He doesn’t know about it.”
Allison tried to conceal her shock. “Why? Di, you’re marrying the guy and you don’t even let him know about your fake Instagram account for family and friends?”
Di shrugged. “I figure after we’re married, I’ll shut it down, make everything out in the open. That account is my way of keeping my private life private.”
Private from the man she was supposed to trust and love? Allison started to ask, when Diana brought the cell phone closer.
“Hey, everyone! It’s Di and I’m here with my big sister, Ally!”
Allison forced a smile and waved.
“We’re on the road for my bachelorette party, heading out with a big gang of handsome and sexy bikers.”
Diana did a quick sweep of her phone, showing the bikers. “I’ll be posting more from the road. Remember to check my account for exclusive, behind-the-scenes content! Till later. Remember, you’re the beauty inside and out!”
She signed off. Allison sighed. “You could have given me a warning and I’d have had my makeup done and my hair styled.”
“Quit the sarcasm, Ally.” Diana beamed as she pressed buttons on her phone. “Now it’s posted to my Insta and my Jump ONit account. Do you know I have about ten thousand followers?”
I could care less. I care more about the fact you’re hiding stuff from Paul. Why? Allison made a mental note to comb through Di’s finsta account and see exactly what she’d been posting that she didn’t want Paul to discover. Lately, she’d regarded Di’s social media activity as amusing, a way for her sister to keep in touch with a small fan base who followed her fledgling modeling career.
“Are Paul and Uncle Hector two of them?” Allison asked.
Frowning, her sister finally set down the cell phone. “Stop making fun of them. Uncle Hector isn’t the bad guy everyone thinks he is. He’s maligned.”
Maybe she could make Di see reason. “Di, Uncle Hector isn’t a saint. Far from it. I’ve read the articles and heard the rumors about drug deals...”
“Nothing was ever proved. Stop it, Ally. He’s Paul’s godfather, and I won’t have you talking crap about him. Or trying to convince me to call off the wedding simply because you’re jealous.”
“Diana, I’m...”
Too late. Her sister stormed off toward her bike. Allison hugged her knees. Less than five hours into this trip and already it was turning into a disaster.
She had to find a way to drill sense into Diana and make her see reason.
Before it was too late.
CHAPTER 11
They rode for another few hours before stopping at a service plaza where Rafe had arranged a stop for gas and lunch. He gave them forty-five minutes, but said if they could cut it to thirty they’d make better time.
Allison had seen the ominous storm clouds to the west and agreed with him. Riding in the rain, even with proper gear, wasn’t fun, and oil slicks made it hazardous, not to mention bad drivers prone to sudden swerving.
She volunteered to stay with Comet, who wasn’t allowed inside the service plaza, while the others headed off.
Allison hooked up Comet’s leash and walked him around the grass.
Diana pulled off her helmet and stretched, walking over to Allison. “Ally, do you have any money for lunch?”
Sighing, she pulled out forty dollars from the wallet in her waist pack. Another thing—her sister didn’t like waist packs. Allison always had one to carry her valuables wherever she went riding. “Here. Get me a water and a sandwich. Anything but something hot. No hamburgers or meatballs.”
Diana waved the money. “Be right back.”
When she finished walking Comet, she handed the leash over to Debbie. The others had emerged with lunch and drinks. Rafe sat at a picnic table with Sam and Keith. Dressed in leather jacket, jeans and biker boots, Rafe looked sexy. Hot. Allison felt herself staring. Rafe’s gaze tracked her as she sipped her bottle of water. She ignored Rafe’s scrutinizing look.
A twentysomething man ambled up to their table, hands stuffed into his pockets, looking around.
