My voice cracked. "Jordan! There are dozens of guests right outside. What exactly are you trying to do?"
He said nothing.
My stomach dropped.
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."