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.

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

using my eyes to

scratching at her arms like that

over to Neymar. It

|| seethed, tilting my chin up to show my

his brows and curled his finger un der my chin. “And what are you going to do if I

the knives on the countertop. Neymar catches where my gaze drifted to and he

off your air supply whore?” He taunted while his fingers left my chin to trail softly around

if I can actually have

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

chuckles. I grit my teeth,

react and

snapped in

quickly, making me stumble back a

will you do if

Mom’s soft voice

jaw ticked and then like a switch, his emotions changed from anger to taunting. He

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

a month full of mushed

standing there which is surprising that she hadn’t tumbled yet with how

with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any

I caught the glimpse

right to feel any kind of pain. She

me in this way. The

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