She expected better from a genius like him.
"What? It was your idea, not mine, Sofs," Mason defended himself, a bit offended.
Why the h*ll was she giving him such a look?
"Yeah, it was my idea, not yours! It was a fricking joke. Do you even know the consequences of eloping with the daughter of a Retired Army Major!? I bet he will place a bounty on your head. Where the f*ck would you even run!" She exploded. The alcohol had started to blend in with her system.
They were sitting at a small bar, drinking. Some people also turned their heads, hearing them.
She did not care. She only wanted to knock some sense into him.
Tipsy, Mason Waters wondered and a little scenario climbed through his mind.
A wanted poster-- no, wanted posters of him were placed in every country and its corners
