Layla’s pov

His fingers around my neck got tighter until I gasped for air. My hands reach up and wrap around his wrist to pull his hand away from my neck. He was choking me. And I had no strength to push him away.

“Let go.” I wheezed, feeling the pumping of my temples as my lungs fought for air.

Neymar’s eyes are dark with rage, pinning me down with a look of hatred. Why did he hate me so much when I had done nothing to him?

“Where are you coming from this late?” He sneers, tightening his hold around my neck.

I wanted to shout for mom but I didn’t think my voice could go that high now. And I highly doubted that she would care to stick her head out. In fact, I didn’t think she was even conscious, judging by her lifestyle and what she chose to do every single day

“Out.” I wheezed.

His eyes narrowed and his rancid breath slapped against my nose. “Out where?” Saliva flew and landed on

my lips and nose and I could do nothing but cringe inward ly.

“Job.” I managed to wheeze out. Air was quickly being pushed out of my lungs and to bring it back in was a huge problem seeing as I was being choked.

Neymar loosens his hold, slightly so I can slowly bring : some air into my lungs.

“What kind of job?” There’s a darker gleam in his eyes. One that had me shivering as if I was cold. My bones felt stiff and my heart thudded. I didn’t like that look. In fact, I was terrified of that look.

too, because Neymar’s other hand lifts, and his fingers brush my thighs. I stiffen even more and stopped shifting around out of shock and

His voice had gone low but was still

tell the cops,” | whispered and cursed myself inwardly when my voice comes out shaky with fear swirling in

raised one of his thick brows. “You are in no position

is a crack whore and is a danger to you? What do you think would happen when I

He was threatening to tell the au thorities about my mom. There was no way they’d not ar rest her and have her spend years in jail. I would lose my mom even

couldn’t let that happen.

satisfied him. Neymar releas es me and then backs away.” I don’t like whores under my

my palms began to sweat. The look he

looked at me like a man needing to be inside

my tongue to not tell him to look away. I feared if | did, I’d not only have him doing what I feared but he’d get the gas he needed to go even

be wise to remain calm and quiet until he leaves me

in the fridge unless you want

from him in disgust. He continues to smirk and turns around to leave. When he almost disap pears into the room, he stops, turns around to look at me over his shoulder

mess little whore.” His eyes lowered to stare at the destroyed lingerie one last

and my fingers lift to brush against my neck. I winced. I was sure he had

ached and my lungs still burned. I need

lingerie and grabbed the bag they were in. I put them inside the

around and walked over to the kitchen. When I threw the bag in the

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