Cutter's P.O.V.
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"Look," Gamble said. "Everyone else who knows what happened will tell you the version that the rest of the club was told. And that's that Ria and Tinker set us all up. They played us. We all woke up one morning with all our personal bank accounts drained, club accounts drained, the club offices ransacked, and our routes leaked to a rival club we'd been having problems with. Ria, Tinker, and Sorsha were gone. The only thing left behind was a note on Rucker's desk from Tinker that said, "I'm sorry for everything, I hope leaving keeps you safe." Before any of us could make sense of it, we got hit by the rival club. Lost two men that day. Three if you count Tinker."
"Wait, what?" Rubble asked. "They... robbed the club and set you up?"
"Tha
