I was Born in 1902 to a Ohio Family known localy as the Cross.
Soon after when I was two I would be blessed with a brother.
Whom in time would be come a loose end unperdictable but Smart none the less. The years came to pass and there was nothing really worth mentioning, the normal child hood story. Till the one day came.

The year was not 1917 and I was 15 my brother Damion was 13 when this took place I still remember it Clear as day, they say no child forgets the Death of there Parents and well I do belive that it is right. It was a coold day in October there was a argument in the living room something about the deed tae the place my father owned shortly then after I heard Damion scream. I was out side playin with the dog when I would look into that window to watch my mother then my father gunned down before me.
It still is a memory I can not shake still it hunts me every peaceful hour and still I swear it will never happen again.

It was december of 1917 now and we had been upon our own for the last few months. It would just be a matter of time now before I was admitted to the war over sea's this would be a grueling experiance it was definalty define my way of life that I had not reilzed to this day would be the way that it is.
It was the end of 1919 when I took that bullet in the leg they would discharge me. I would return home to find that Damion was gone and the farm was sold to a family whom would help me get upon my feet.

It was now the middle of 1920 and I had moved to Detort, I was workin for a small time company slowly rising my way to the top wheen I met a man whom would teach me the ways of the streets. It would take time for me to lean these but when I was done I only wanted one thing, a Gang of my own. I would sepnd that later part of the year gathing any information upon how they worked inside and out it was not 1922 and I had what I needed. The planing would begin, slowly it would take shape and in 1924 it was finished late in the year.

So it had been a long road but in 1925 it all came together, the Crimson Cross would make it's name known in the Detroit area as a new power upon the ever rising ebb of the city's crime influences ah some would have never though this possible but for one man's dream, it was now a reality but it would not belong before word from Damion woudl arrive that child's foolishness would get him self killed. Some things were just ment to happen in this way. Perhaps it was just fate that would
after all these Years reunite our Cusion Donnie Cross with myself.