The men around me turned into wolves catching the scent of blood, all whistling. Their looks said everything.
Humiliated beyond reason, I bit down hard.
The man who got bitten yanked back in pain.
I shot Jordan a vicious glare. "Jordan James, today is our wedding! How can you let them do this!"
His eyes flickered with guilt.
"What are you making a fuss about? After it's done, we can still make it to the ceremony, can't we?"
"It's just a game. Is it necessary to be this angry?"
Just a game?
I laughed bitterly. This was humiliation, plain and simple.
The stench of the men in the room made me sick. I don't have many friends—as soon as they came in, they drove everyone else out.
I gathered all my strength and kicked Leon hard.
"Don't touch me! Get out!"
At this point, there was no pretending anymore.
"Chief Simmons and my uncle are already on the way. If you insist on doing this, you're dead for sure!"
Jordan looked at me with a complicated expression. In the end, he turned his head away.
"Luna, these are the rules here. Do you really need to be this angry?"
"Keep going. There are still five."
The second banana was shoved into my mouth without the slightest hesitation.
I was so angry my whole body shook.
They…
They were simply shameless!
I couldn't take it anymore. My hand flew up and connected with his face.
Smack!
The slap echoed through the room.
Jordan's eyes went wide, a red handprint blooming across his cheek. "Luna! What the hell are you doing?!"
I didn't care. I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Help! Someone help me!"
The groomsmen outside heard the commotion and crowded toward the door, trying to push their way in.
"What's going on?"
My best friend Amy Lambert shoved through, eyes blazing. She started toward me immediately.
But Jordan's voice turned ice-cold. "Amy, stay out of this. They're just playing a game with Luna."
Amy looked at my face—flushed with rage, nothing remotely playful about it.
I glared at the men surrounding me and spat out everything they'd just done.
Amy's expression shifted to horror. Her hands shook as she reached for me, trying to pull me toward the door.
But Jordan moved to block the exit. The others exchanged glances and closed in.
Amy and I locked eyes. We both felt it—something was very wrong.
My voice cracked. "Jordan! There are dozens of guests right outside. What exactly are you trying to do?"
He said nothing.
My stomach dropped.