He was strong. My face flushed red in seconds.
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."