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Cody laid powerless on the plush king size bed. Not only was he bound, but now his kidnapper had his arm slung around him while he slept.
Rhodes was relieved that the man was fast asleep. He had been horrified beyond belief when the dude unbuckled his pants, but thank The Lord he had stopped at his underclothes. The assassin had simply snuggled up next to Cody, and fallen fast asleep.
Cody was using this time to think. He had to get out of this, but how would he accomplish that? And who in Hell's Bathroom wanted him dead? If he did mange to escape, he might be a sitting duck for his captor, and any other killer that may be hired. The Dashing One used to think that this kind of stuff happened only in movies.
Cody wondered if he could convince the now sleeping killer to untie him. The plastic was severely cutting into his wrists. In addition, he knew he would soon have to use the bathroom. He wasn't going to do anything homosexual to get his way, that was for damn sure. Maybe he wouldn't have a choice. Logic told him that he would be raped. Rhodes wondered if, untied, he could take the man down without getting "erased". "I'll just try stalling for time." He thought.
At present, Cody needed all of his wits and mental facilities about him. He would try to rest. It would be hard to ignore the arm on top of him, but he would just have to concentrate.
Suddenly, the abductor rolled onto his back. Rhodes was relieved that the man's arm was no longer on his chest. Unfortunately, the hired gun began snoring, loudly. Cody rolled his eyes. He tried to block out the sounds. "Why me?" He thought self pityingly. "Why me?"
Thankfully, within minutes, the snorer turned over on his side. Cody closed his eyes, and drifted into much needed sleep.
The next morning….
Warren gazed at the beautiful man that was asleep on his bed. He looked so sweet and innocent. Why on Earth would anyone want to rid the world of this beauty? He was going to find out. In addition, he was going to discover the identity of the one who'd hired him. He had to if he was going to keep his gorgeous lover from harm.
Patrick looked at the dried blood under the plastic on Cody's wrists. That just wouldn't do. He found some heavy duty scissors in a drawer, and cut the cuffs off of his sweet angel. Cody stirred a little as Warren cut the duct tape off of his ankles.
Patrick stepped out of the room for a few minutes. When he returned, he had a bottle of water with a Post- It note attached to it. He set the bottle on the nightstand closest to Cody.
The tall assassin kissed his "prisoner of love" quickly and gently on the lips. He then headed for the kitchen to start breakfast, making sure the bedroom door was locked securely behind him.