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.

his shoulder, catching mom looking over at us with her arms crossed and

her using my eyes

always, she disappoints me by turning away and scratching at her arms like that would help her from feeling the guilt of betraying her only

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

|| seethed, tilting my chin up to show my

curled his finger un der my chin. “And what are you going to

I looked over at the knives

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

can actually have enough time to reach for one of those

throat burns. I definitely wouldn’t have enough time to

knows this and chuckles. I grit my teeth, fuming

before I can react and moves away from me. “Thanks for dinner little

back asshole.” I snapped in frustration, taking a step

making me

you do if I

baby…” Mom’s soft voice cracks through the tense

and then like 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

full of mushed croissants and then stalks off back to the

at my hair. Mom’s still standing there which is surprising that she hadn’t tumbled yet with how much

at her and shook my head while my eyes misted with incoming tears.

mine. I caught the

to feel any kind of pain. She wasn’t

corner me, and touch me in this way. The mom I knew would fight for me no matter

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