Chapter 181: Author's Note

Hi, lovely people, Evermore here.

I know. I know.

You probably have some questions.

Questions like “Is Shane really… dead?”

Short answer... NO.

Have you forgotten?

He's Shane freaking Blackwood, the one and only. The absolute masterpiece of deception and manipulation. Even to death, he's still doing what he does best.

Henry believes he's dead.

But that sick bastard isn't.

The other question you might have is…

“Is this it… the final end?”

Another short answer… NO

This is the end of Book 1

There will be a sequel titled…

Breaking My Cold-hearted Psychotic Ex Boss

I made a spoiler to you guys in one chapter revealing that Shane will suffer for all he's done, right? Yeah, a few stabs and a throat slit isn't suffering compared to all the atrocities he's committed.

You'll get to see his vulnerable side, his sufferings and his plea for Henry's love… alongside Henry's newfound psychotic side.

Here are two sneak peeks.

The violent one.

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Jones straddled me, his messed-up face pulled in a murderous rage, teeth locked. He started throwing punches at my face. Really hard and fast. Each blow landed like a freight train. Anguish blasted through me.

On my cheek, eye, mouth and nose. I felt my bones shift. Blood poured everywhere, down my face, into my eyes, choking me. My head spun violently. Every muscle in my body burned and ached.

I could barely fucking think right.

This little bastard!

“Why…”

SMASH!

“... can't you…”

SMASH!

“... fucking…”

SMASH!

“... change?!”

SMASH!

“I keep…”

SMASH!

“... giving…”

SMASH!

“... you…”

SMASH!

“... a chance…”

SMASH!

“But you always find a way to mess it up, you sicko!”

With each spoken word came down his hard, violent punch. The world tilted. Darkness danced around the edges of my vision.

My face was an utter mess.

Blood spread everywhere.

Jones stopped punching now, heaving deeply above me, face twisted in fury.

I groaned weakly beneath him. A low, broken and pathetic sound.

He grabbed me by the shirt and yanked me up, shaking me violently. “I do not want to kill you, Shane. I do not want to kill you! I'm trying so hard not to! Don't give me a reason to!” He shook me violently again. “Got it? Got it? Say yes if you do! Got it?”

I didn't respond.

I'd rather die.

“This bastard!” He cursed under his breath, stood up and left the room. He returned a few seconds later with a bottle of beer, crouched down to my level, “You do not want to speak, huh? Alright. I'll make you speak!”

He wrapped his hand around the blade.

“Wait… wait…”

Then he pulled it out with force.

I jerked hard on the floor. A loud scream ripped through me. Blood spurted out from the new hole, soaking the sweatpants.

He grabbed the sweatpants and tugged them down, revealing the messy wounds on my thigh.

“If you got it, you say you got it.” He muttered under his breath, uncapping the bottle.

“Wait… wait… wait… Jones… Henry… Henry, wait... I got it… I got it… I… ahhhh!! Fuucckkk!!!”

Another shrill groan of anguish rumbled from my throat as he poured the alcohol on my thigh.

It burned!

It burned like hell!

So overwhelmingly painful!

Fuck! Fuck!

“Do you get it now?” He asked.

“I do! Yes, I do!” I nodded my head quickly, biting down on my lower lip. My breath came in shallow gasps. My eyes stung, tears trickling down.

This is unacceptable.

So unacceptable!

“You sick fucker!” He crouched down, “Look here, Shane. I don't give a fuck about you anymore. Your men couldn't find me when I wasn't even hiding. I doubt they will find me when I do go into hiding. So, if you provoke me one more time… just one more time… you're a dead man. Got it?”

I breathed heavily, glaring at him.

I'll kill him.

I'll kill him.

I swear I'll kill him!

“Got it, Shane?!” He barked.

I gave a slow hesitant nod.

“Good.”

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The cute-ish one

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“That's enough.” He said, slapping my hands off.

I scowled at him. “What do you mean, it's enough? I just started. I need to massage it a little bit.”

“I'm feeling good.”

“No, you're not.” I pressed my hand against his skin again, only for him to smack it off.

“Jones, I said that's enough.”

“What's up with you?” I asked, “You're acting weird.”

I placed my hand on his thigh again, gently rubbing the gel all over his skin.

“Jones…”

That's when I felt it.

Something like a hard stick slapped up against my wrist, making me glance down.

My eyes widened, and I quickly withdrew my hand and whipped my head up. “You pervert!”

“I tried to warn you!” Shane shot at me. “You were touching me like that and expecting me not to get aroused?”

I scoffed, “You're so unbelievable right now! Touching you like what? There was absolutely nothing sexual in the way I was touching you. I was only massaging the wound, you perv.”

“If there's a perv here, then that's definitely you.” Shane said, then turned away quickly.

But not quickly enough because I saw the light red flush on his cheeks.

I let out another scoff. “Are you… blushing right now?”

“No.”

“You are.” I said, my lips unconsciously curling upward.

Wow, seeing Shane blush definitely was not on my bingo card list.

“I said I'm not.” He flatly denied, “Just let it go.”

I grinned, “Okay. If you say so.”

“That's right. Just don't… touch me like that ever again and we're good.” He mumbled, glancing everywhere but at me.

“Got it. Am I allowed to put that bandage on, too?” I asked in sheer sarcasm.

“Yeah, whatever.” He coughed a bit, glancing up at the ceiling. “Just don't touch me like that.”

Aww, so, so cute.

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Sadly, due to some issues, the sequel won't be coming to the app. You can find and message me on IG @authorevermore if you're interested in reading it.

Fnally, a very big thank you to you all for reading Owned By My Cold-Hearted Psychotic Straight Boss.

It fills me with so much joy that you loved reading this book as much as I loved creating it.

Genuinely, thank you.

I love you all

Xx