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.