Chapter 37
Chapter thirty-seven
New Jersey
Shannon Parker was so angry, he felt like a rabid dog.
He wanted to bite and scratch and punch and kick.
Anything to get these fuckers to listen to him.
He railed at them to no avail. They glared and shrugged and acted like Parker had done something wrong.
He hadn’t done anything wrong...those faggot-bastards deserved worse than what he’d dished out.
“It’s your responsibility to keep this sport clean.
How can we race with these...these abominations on the track?
” He poked the desk in front of him with his index finger.
“Sir, I think you need to keep quiet until your team arrives.” The asshole looked at him over the edge of his glasses that he’d slipped on when they’d entered the trailer. To hell with them. He sat back to wait for his team. They would set these assholes straight.
The next time the door opened, it was Mr. Wolfe and his agent, Peri. They scowled at him just like the other Supercross officials. What the hell? They were supposed to be on his side. “Peri? Tell them this is bullshit.”
Peri crossed his arms over his chest, looking very unhappy, but it was Mr. Wolfe who spoke up. “We’ve reviewed the charges, Parker.”
“So?”
“Are they lying?”
“No, but that hardly matters.” Shannon stood up.
“You little prick.” Jack Wolfe snarled his words at him, taking him off-guard.
“You think you get to decide who can race? Didn’t I ask you to knock this shit off and just race?
You couldn’t do that. Is it really that you’re the biggest homophobe on earth or are you just hiding behind that front because you can’t beat them on the track? ”
“Jack...” For a moment Peri seemed like he would come to Shannon’s defense. “This fucker is not even worth it. Let’s go.”
“What? You’re abandoning me? I thought we had a deal?”
Mr. Wolf shook his head. “You broke the deal when you started paying people to hurt other racers. By the way...I’m gay.” He pointed at Shannon and narrowed his eyes. “And you’re finished in this business. I hope you rot in jail.”
The two men turned to go. “Oh, that fuckin’ figures.” He followed them outside the trailer and made it to the bottom of the stairs before the Apex team walked up with two police officers. “Oh, bullshit.”
That Apex bitch smirked at him like she’d managed to pull this shit off by herself. “You cunt. This shit is not going stick. This is all bullshit.”
“You don’t deserve to race with these guys, Parker.” The big guy with her, pulled her out of the way while the cops stepped forward and started reading off his rights.
“Fucking whatever.” Shannon held his hands out. He wasn’t going to fight the police. He’d just call...who the hell would he call? He’d spent most of the money he’d made on hiring that punk-snitch to do the dirty work. The only people to call were Wolfe and Peri. Fuck that shit.
The cops started walking him off and he heard Wolfe apologize to the Apex bitch. Go figure. Those assholes just didn’t get it. The world was going to hell.