Layla’s pov

My jaw pops as I glared at Neymar’s nasty smirking face. He loves getting me pissed off, I can see how much I enter tained him when I do.

“Just got back from the strip club?” He snorted, taking a step forward which caused me to take a step back involuntari

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He must’ve seen the flicker of fear in my eyes before I had time to mask it because his smirk grows and his eyes twinkled with cruelty.

| curse at myself inwardly for allowing him to see the weakness in my eyes.

His eyes fall to the paper bag I still have clutched in my hands. “What do you have here? Another set of thongs?”

| grit my teeth, sending him a disgusted glare. “It’s noth ing that should concern you.” | spat, gripping the bag tightly, and made a way to walk away

But mom’s words stunned me enough to stop me. “She brought croissants for dinner. Isn’t that right baby?” Mom tilts her head, looking at me innocently.

i blinked as I felt tears sting in my eyes. I knew I couldn’t trust her.

“I didn’t bring anything for anyone. Those were given to me.” Igritted out, shaking my head at her in disappointment.

Neymar looks angry at my response and approaches me. I backed away until I’m cornered.

“So are you saying that you don’t want to share with your mommy and daddy?” He taunted, his head leaning down as he grinned at me like the cat that got the milk.

“Get away from me asshole.” I hissed, tilting my head away from his face because his breath reeked of beer and weed. A nasty disgusting belly turning combination that tick led my urge to hurl.

I flinched when he reaches forward, his fingers playing with my hair. “Now that’s no way to talk to your daddy.” He said lowly and brushed some of those strands behind my ear.

over at us with her arms crossed and a hesitant look in her red

using my eyes

away and scratching at her arms like

my lips together, my eyes sweeping back over to Neymar. It looks like

tilting my chin up to show my defiance and that |

raised one of his brows and curled his finger un der my chin. “And what are

I looked over at the knives on the

before ! cut off your air supply whore?” He taunted

getting stuck in my throat. I stay silent, contemplating if I can

again and my throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t have enough time to grab it before he grab a hold

and chuckles. I grit

hand before I can react and moves away from me.

back asshole.” I snapped in

making me stumble

will you do if I don’t whore!?”

Mom’s soft voice

a switch, his emotions changed

croissants, and then bit into it all the while looking at me dead in the

dinner.” He smirks with a month full of mushed croissants and

my hair. Mom’s still standing there which is surprising that she hadn’t tumbled

while my eyes misted with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any more.” I breathed out in

I caught the glimpse of pain in her eyes and

no right to feel any kind of pain. She

way.

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