Minus
It had only been a few months since I’d seen the Dogs of Fire founder and president, but he seemed to have aged several years within that time. I’d always admired Crow, even when the tension between our clubs led to my being exiled to Savannah. Crow was one of the last of the Portland O.G.s, and now that Cutter was gone it was hard not to see traces of him when I looked at him.
“It’s good to see you, Minus,” Crow greeted me warmly before taking his seat, followed by the rest of us. It felt strange to not be sitting at the head of the table myself, but this was Crow’s table, and I was merely here as an honored guest. Also, in attendance were their club’s V.P., Booker, Hatch, and half a dozen other high-ranking Dogs.
Crow and Cutter started the Dogs together, but Cutter split off to
