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.

catching mom looking over at us with her arms crossed and a hesitant

her using my

her arms like that would help her from feeling

my eyes sweeping back over to Neymar. It looks like it’s me alone against

be. Now step away.” || seethed, tilting my chin up to show my defiance and

un der my chin. “And what are you

heart currently slamming against my chest, I looked over at the knives on the countertop. Neymar

supply

getting stuck in my throat. I stay silent, contemplating if I can actually have enough time to reach

I definitely wouldn’t have

chuckles. I grit

and moves away from me. “Thanks for

asshole.” I snapped in

quickly, making me stumble back a step

will you do if

voice cracks through the tense

a switch, his emotions changed from anger to taunting. He opens the bag, takes

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

smirks with a month full of mushed croissants and

in frustration while gripping at my hair. Mom’s still standing there which is surprising

shook my head while my eyes misted with incoming tears. “I don’t know who you are any

from mine. I caught the glimpse of pain in her eyes and I

pain. She wasn’t

corner me, and touch me in this way. The mom I

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