Edmund takes a Pepsi before replying.
"Shaw's gone?" Edmund had mixed feelings about that. On one hand he could finally stop worrying about him. On the other hand, it meant he wouldn't have the pleasure of killing the old bastard himself. "Wait a minute? You run the Club now?" The implications were heavy. He could work his way up, get the spot his dad had intended for him to have.
He smiles and winks at Minnie. "No permanent harm done.
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