From the moment I was aware of my existence, I always said that “I wouldn’t achieve anything in life”. I was born in Antwerp, son in a well-known, rich family that had been in the diamond business for many generations. Everything I ever had during my youth was always handed to me. Good food, nice clothes, my first car. I would only have to name it, and my parents would get me it. To me, it felt disgusting. Everything was so fake and artificial.
The day of my 18th birthday, I decided to change all of this. I packed my bags, and knocked on the door of the Belgian Defense Forces. I wanted to experience what working was like, what it was to be able to trust someone that wasn’t fake. After three years of training and small operations, I went abroad to aid the forces of the United States, at a place where the battle of Ramadi would later take place. I had never seen so much bloodshed, pain, tears, grief. It was a terrible shithole. But, that place taught me everything. Trust, reliability, integrity. Values the war had taught me and I will always stand by. After 9 scarring months, the U.S. Army was able to take control of the capital of the Anbar Province. It finally came to an end. And to be honest, I actually wasn’t so sure if I had finally “achieved anything”. There were no emotions, I was empty. It was time for me to move on.
I went online, booked the cheapest flight there was to Los Santos, and left. For good.
Upon arrival, I wasn’t so sure about where my mind was at the time. I had no clue about what I would be doing. It was after a few days that I met the person that would become my brother in this city. Lesley Loose. As I didn’t have the slightest idea on what I wanted to do, I followed Lesley. Loose was part of a criminal organization called “Dojin-Kai”. Around the time we met, Dojin-Kai had a lot of tension with the “Council”, as Dojin was allied with West Coast Assassins, a common enemy for the parties within the Council. Lesley told me they could use all the help they could get, and that I'd be the perfect fit with the experience from my past. After this chat, I decided to give it a shot. I knew perfectly how to handle a gun, so I figured I’d be alright. And just like that, I was in.
I didn't get a lot of time to prepare. The situation between the WCA x Dojin and Council was already incredibly tense. I got myself a few guns with the little money I had earned and went to war. This war was a whole lot different from what I was used to. No professional equipment, little funds, no air units, heck, not even any fancy ground units. It was just us and our guns.
The battle, sadly, wasn't very long. Very quickly the Council was able to catch high command from both WCA and Dojin lacking. They took plenty of these men hostage. Torturing them, and demanding money for our leaders to be released. Day by day, we were losing numbers, and with that, the most important of it all, hope. After about a week of fighting, our numbers and funds were too low to continue fighting. With so many brothers and sisters already lost, we decided to take the loss.
But it wasn't that easy. Losing would come at a cost. For WCA, it meant that they'd have to pay an insane amount of cash, and on top of that, weekly taxes. Which they denied, thus, they had to disband. Dojin decided to pay taxes for a bit, but after numerous times of getting fucked over by the Council, even after paying their taxes, high command decided it was better to disband. And just like that, I saw a lot of my family disappear, and Rafi, was out.
TO BE CONTINUED...
