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have an accent when he spoke English.
    Viktor stood, his eyebrows raised as he looked at her, his gaze sweeping her from head to toe. There was a mix of lust thrown in too, which completely screwed with her head.
    He started to say something, then one of the men said something under his breath to the other one in Russian, the look the guard gave her easy to define. She might not understand the language but the way he leered at her made her skin crawl.
    On instinct she took a step back but to her surprise Viktor moved into the guy’s personal space, getting right up in his face. It was amazing—he didn’t even touch the guy but it was clear he didn’t have to. The guard’s body language showed fear, if the way he tried to shrink back in an attempt to be invisible was any indication. Viktor murmured something too low for her to hear, but whatever it was, the man paled a deathly white and nodded once before practically running from the restaurant. He gave her a wide berth and avoided eye contact as he left.
    The remaining man looked just as uneasy.
    “Leave us,” Viktor said to his brother—whose name she still didn’t know—and the remaining man.
    Once they were gone, he motioned that she could sit across the booth from where he’d been sitting.
    She swallowed hard, wondering why she’d thought it was a good idea to just show up here. Viktor was huge and had a ruthless reputation. Clearly she needed to get her head on straight. She paused, unsure if she should sit or not.
    “You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he snapped.
    She jumped at the harsh tone.
    He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day. Please sit.”
    Pushing out a breath, she did—because she wanted answers. “Why the heck did you send over that contract to me this morning?” The question came out as a half shout, making her cringe at herself. “Sorry, I’m just… Well, why did you?”
    He was sitting ramrod straight, looking uncomfortable as he watched her. As if he didn’t want her here any more than she wanted to be here. “It has come to my attention that my family owes you a debt.”
    She clenched her jaw tightly. A debt ? A house wouldn’t come close to making up for what she’d lost. “So you’re just offering to give me my childhood home?” A place that held a lot of good memories. It was like he was dangling the best carrot ever in front of her but there was no way she could take it.
    He nodded once.
    “In exchange for what?”
    He blinked. “Nothing. It’s a gift.”
    “You can’t offer a gift like that and think I’m going to believe you want nothing in return!”
    He shifted against his seat, looking uncomfortable. Something told her he wasn’t often uncomfortable. “I don’t want anything. It’s yours. I didn’t get much from my father when he died, but your parents’ house was part of my trust. I didn’t…know what he’d done until yesterday.”
    Even if he sounded sincere she still didn’t know if she believed him. And she regretted coming here. She should have just ignored the contract, ignored everything. Especially since it seemed clear that he must know about her parents, about her mother. It made her feel vulnerable in a way she hadn’t in a long time. “I don’t want it.”
    “It’s yours. My father hurt a lot of people.” There was a strained note in his voice, but she didn’t know him well enough to be sure. “I know the house doesn’t make up for anything , but I can’t keep it. Not now. It’s been on a rental program for years since it’s on the beach. It has high ratings and does well in the summers so if you do the same thing with it you’ll make a nice yearly income from it. I can recommend a property management company to run it if you’d like.”
    No. This was not happening. The world didn’t work this way.
    Unable to find her voice she abruptly stood. She didn’t want the house, didn’t want anything from him and it pissed her off that he