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The young woman sobbed nearly uncontrollably as she stepped into her parents' vast home.  She had driven straight here, nowhere else in mind to go to after getting her heart broken - shattered in a million pieces, more aptly - a mere hour or so earlier.

Pushing some of her long brown hair behind her ears, she nearly ran down the long hall to her father's study.  She knew that was where she'd find him, as it was his favorite room.  She had called him on her cell phone as she'd been driving over, lucky she hadn't gotten into an accident.  She'd been crying behind the wheel to him during their strained conversation.

"Daddy..." The young woman pushed her way into the room, instantly running toward the man sitting on a plush brown leather couch against one wall.  "Oh, Daddy!"  She sobbed as she threw herself into her father's arms.

"Honey, what happened?" the man demanded gently.  She'd refused to divulge any details on the phone, saying she would tell him when she arrived.

"It's over...it's all over," she sobbed, lifting her head to look him directly in the eye.

"What??  You mean...?"  He knew his daughter could only be talking about one thing, one person...

"He told me he realized he wasn't in love with me!" she cried.  "He said he loves me, but is not in love with me!"  A fresh batch of tears spilled forth, drenching her cheeks.

The older man gritted his teeth as a rage swelled up inside him.  The bastard...after all the trouble he'd caused by going after his baby - when she had insisted against his wishes that she wanted to be with him - with the common, lowlife trash - how dare he pull a stunt like this!  And his daughter had expected to marry the son of a bitch after having been in a relationship with him for two and a half years.

"Honey," he crooned, hugging her close and gently patting the side of her head, "it'll be okay...you don't need him...you were always too good for him, anyway."

Despite her father's words, the young woman continued to cry.  She wasn't at that place yet, where she could feel the hatred he felt for the young man whom had broken her heart.  As the fury continued to build within him, he vowed one thing to himself...

...He would make the bastard pay.

*

Hours later, after his daughter had gone back home, he picked up the phone in his study.  It had a private extension so that his wife nor any of the help could hear parts of his private conversations if they happened to "accidentally" pick up the phone while he was on.  He quickly dialed a number he'd long since committed to memory and waited for the other end to be picked up.

"Yeah...Get right over here," he practically barked to the man who had finally answered on the other end.  "I need to discuss something with you."  After a pause as the other man spoke, he snapped, "Of course it's urgent!  Just get your ass over here!"

A moment later, after hanging up, the man paced the length of the floor.  His ire increased as he recalled his daughter's tears and how her heart had been shattered.

*

One Hour Later

"Do you understand everything I've explained to you?" the man asked as he eyed the burly young man who stood before him.

"Of course I do," came the response.  In all honesty, the younger man was irritated - did the old man think he was a moron?  "Yeah - I know exactly what you want me to do."

"Good...Just remember that I'm willing to pay any amount for you to get the job done," the first man stated firmly.

The other man smiled.  "No need to worry...I'll get it done."

"You'd better!" the older one exclaimed, pointing a finger at him.  "And don't screw up..."

"Relax...I'll do it."  The young man thought about the woman, and his heart softened a bit.  Poor thing.  He found it ironic - everyone basically believed he and the older man's daughter were a couple, but in reality, she had been with this other guy for over two years.  He wished she would see him in the same way she'd seen the jerk who'd just dumped her, but damn it, she just about worshipped that guy.

Yes, he would do her father's bidding.  Hell, even if the old man hadn't commissioned him to do this, he probably would have acted on his own in some way - she was more than worth it.  Besides, maybe then, she would see him in that way - and he would get his chance...