Leon let out a low laugh. "Sister-in-law, the pickup game isn't over yet. We're just getting started." His eyes slid to Amy. "And your little friend here—pretty face, nice figure..."
He didn't need to finish. I knew exactly what that look meant.
Revulsion crawled over my skin. I grabbed Amy's arm and tried to force our way past them.
Two of them lunged. They seized our arms and legs and threw us both onto the bed.
"Why can't you just behave?" Leon loomed over us, his breath reeking of liquor. "Hold them down. Feed them the bananas."
One of the men grabbed Amy by the shoulders and shoved a banana toward her mouth.
Amy—sweet, sheltered Amy—had never seen anything like this. Her eyes instantly filled with tears.
I glared up at them through the rage. "You'll regret this. I swear I won't let any of you off!"
"Jordan! Is this your family's idea of wedding tradition—humiliating women? I'm calling the police!"
Jordan's gaze flickered. His voice came out thin, guilty. "Luna, it's just a joke. Just do it and we can move on. We'll miss the auspicious hour."
I must have been blind to ever fall for such a spineless coward.
I swallowed my fury. "Jordan, I'm not marrying you. Let us go before my family gets here—or I can't promise what happens next."
Jordan hesitated.
Leon cut in fast. "Jordan, she's not even your wife yet and you're already letting her boss you around? What happens after the wedding—she gonna walk all over you?"
He was getting worked up now. "It's just the bride pickup! You can't even handle this? If you let her go now, what will people say about you?" He sneered. "They'll say your household is run by women."
The other groomsmen piled on, voices overlapping in agreement.
Jordan's expression shifted, wavered. He looked at me, torn.
"Luna, Mom said nothing can go wrong on the wedding day, or our future will be cursed. Just... just bear with it."
Looking at that pathetic face, everything became crystal clear.
This marriage was never going to happen.
I pulled out my phone.
Leon charged at me and smashed it to the floor.
"Trying to call for help again? Didn't expect you to have some fight in you."
Leon's lips curled. "How about this, Jordan—let's skip that last game. I've got a better one."
I glared at him, shielding my best friend behind me.
"What do you want?"