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Warren Patrick was a solitary man. He had to be. This was one of many reasons that he was so good at his job. Sure, he'd randomly fucked many men. But none of them held any emotional attachment for him. In all actuality, emotional involvement was not something that a good assassin should possess.
Patrick had been a hired killer for years. His victims had never seen his face, or met him personally. Rhodes was the first he had ever shown himself to. This was dangerous and unprofessional on his part. Rhodes however, had really gotten to him.
As with every job, Warren tracked Cody, and got to know his habits so that he could come up with the best plan to take him out. It took one episode of Smackdown for him to want to delve more and more into the young man's life. Cody's body seemed like perfection to him. But, that was really beside the point. That beautiful, warm smile that turned devious at the drop of a hat. Those wonderful eyes. His adorable little lisp. Rhodes was great on the mic, and acted his role to a tee. In addition, The Dashing One was great to fans. Patrick had been more than a little shocked to discover that he was falling for his latest quarry. The problem was…Cody Rhodes was straight.
Warren decided that he would let Cody decide whether he wanted to live or die. If he agreed to be Patrick's lover, he would live. If he refused, he'd be dead. Simple as that. W.P. would be all the richer. If he couldn't have Cody Rhodes, then no one else would.
So here he was, driving his sports car towards his secluded hideaway, with Cody in his trunk.
When he finally arrived at his "home away from home", he popped the trunk and walked back to claim his "prize". Cody was staring up at him with more than a little fear. The look reminded him of puppy dog eyes. Warren saw that his sexy prisoner had a huge, swollen, purple bruise where he had punched him. "Poor baby." He said. "That looks like it hurts.
Cody's eyes narrowed, "Muck mou!" he shouted through his tight gag.
Warren lightly smacked the back of the wrestler's head. "Be nice, now."
"Mlease mon't mill me. Mlease!"
"Oh settle down baby boy." Patrick reached in and gathered Cody into his arms. He kissed him on the forehead, and carried him into the hidden house behind the trees.