OBEY RP
The man who walks around Los Santos now under the name WilliamD Jones was born in the United Kingdom as Akio Teng. Two parents. One bullet. A long, ugly distance between then and now.
The lawyer and the man from Tokyo
His mother, Leia Deakon Jones, was a well-known lawyer in the United Kingdom — sharp, photogenic, the kind of legal mind people hired for the cases the front pages were going to write about.
She met Haruto Teng in London. He was charming. He was Japanese. He was unlike any man she'd dated. They fell in love quickly, and when he asked her to come back to Tokyo with him, she gave up the practice that had made her name and went.
She didn't know what she was marrying.
The secret
Haruto Teng was the head of the Yakuza. He had kept the position secret from her because telling her was the kind of conversation that ended marriages. He had also kept her secret from the Yakuza, because their rules around a boss's private life were the kind of rules people did not survive breaking.
For years it held. They had a son — Akio. The flat in Tokyo was quiet. The man at the door was always polite. The boys at the school were not.
The leak
When Akio was twelve he was struggling — at language, at adjustment, at the shape of a country that wasn't quite his.
His head of school, concerned, called the family lawyer.
The family lawyer was a Yakuza lawyer.
The Yakuza lawyer didn't know his own boss had a son. He passed the information upwards, the way a diligent lawyer does. By that evening, the highest-ranking members of the organisation knew that their boss had a wife and a child in the city and had not told them.
They summoned him.
The order
He arrived to explain himself. They listened. Then they gave him an ultimatum:
Kill the wife. Kill the boy. Or die with them.
To prove he meant to comply, Haruto took out a knife and cut off one of his own fingers in front of the table. He left the meeting with two members of the organisation as witnesses and an instruction to finish the job at home.
The flat
He came through his own front door with the two henchmen behind him. He looked at his wife. He looked at his son. He said the only word the room is remembered as containing — sorry — and he raised the weapon and he fired.
He told the henchmen he would handle the bodies. He told them to go back to HQ and report what they had seen.
The henchmen left.
What he didn't tell them
He hadn't centred the shot on the boy. He had grazed him — a head wound, terrible, but survivable in the right hands. As soon as the door closed he picked his son up and carried him out of the city, out of the country, into the United States, into a private hospital where a great deal of money was about to change a great deal of paperwork.
While Akio was recovering, his father sat by the bed and told him the truth. He had killed his mother. He had pretended to kill him. He had done it because the alternative was all three of them. One day, he said, Akio would understand.
He also said: one day, you will go back to Japan, and you will take what is mine.
Then he disappeared.
The return
Akio studied. He grew up in a country that wasn't his second one or his first. He stayed quiet about the head wound and the scar. He trained — body, mind, the kind of patience that exists only on the far side of grief.
When he went back to Japan he didn't go to take over the Yakuza. He went to dismantle it.
He approached the Triads with an offer they could not refuse. He pulled a small number of loyal Yakuza with him — men who'd quietly known his father was the worst kind of leader. He started picking off the organisation one member at a time.
The Yakuza realised they were being hunted. They called an emergency meeting of the entire upper ranks. Akio walked through the door.
He went straight to his father.
He said:
"I will never forgive you."
And he fired.
The double-cross
He turned to the Triads and to his own followers and gave them the order to finish the rest of the room. They did. The Yakuza upper council, as it had existed for decades, ceased to exist in the next twenty minutes.
When it was done, the Triads turned on Akio.
They had never been on his side. They had used him to do exactly what they wanted done. They shot him too.
It didn't kill him. The Yakuza members who'd come with him fought back. The Triads fled.
He walked out of the room alive — again. The second head wound of his life closed over the first.
Becoming WilliamD Jones
He left Japan with nothing left to stay for. He took his mother's surname — Jones — and a first name to match, and he moved to the only city he knew would absorb a man with his history without asking the wrong questions.
Los Santos took him in.
He did not arrive clean. He arrived with capital, with contacts, and with a willingness to use both. He moved into drug trafficking. He moved into illegal organ trade — the markets his father's people had taught him from the inside. There were plans inside those plans, the kind that, if he had followed them through, would have put a great many people in the city in danger.
The turn
He didn't follow them through.
Somewhere, quietly, on his own time, he decided he didn't want to do any of it anymore. He didn't make a speech about it. He just stopped.
He joined the fire service. He opened a business. He gets up in the mornings now and goes to a job his mother — the famous lawyer who had given up her practice for a man who wasn't who she thought — would have been proud of.
He is, by his own admission, trying to live up to her name. He hopes that one day his mother and his sister can, somehow, forgive him for what he did.
The demon
He is also, by his own admission, fighting an inner demon.
The boy who watched his mother die is still in there. The man who walked into that meeting room is still in there. The version of him who knew exactly which surgeons in which countries would pay cash for what is still in there.
WilliamD Jones is winning, so far.
He intends to keep winning.
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