“Careful,” Bobbi said with a half-smile. “I might take that literally.”
That earned a laugh from everyone—including Dwight.

Goodie raised his glass.

“To family.”

Dwight and the crew echoed him—some curious, some cautious—but all in.

Music swelled again, and the hum of conversation returned.

“You walked in here like you already own half the room. You military?”

Bobbi’s mouth curved slightly.
“Something like that.”

Dwight arched a brow but didn’t correct her. Grace smirked.
“Thought so.”

Bigfoot rumbled from the end, lifting his beer.
“Long as she pulls her weight, she’s good by me.”

That answer earned a few knowing looks around the table.

Tyson offered a hand, boyish grin quick to appear.
“Welcome to Tulsa, Ms. Manfredi.”
“Bobbi’s fine,” she said, shaking firmly.

Bodhi and Grace watched the exchange. She was tapping a manicured nail against her glass.

Mitch leaned forward first, curiosity plain.

“You never said you had family headin’ this way.”
“Didn’t know till she walked in,” Dwight replied.

Mitch leaned back in his chair, an easy half-smile breaking through.
“Figures. Dwight’s version of a heads-up is a phone call after the fact.”

Dwight steered Bobbi back toward the table where his crew waited, hand light on her shoulder.

“All right, listen up,” he said, voice carrying over the band. “This here’s Roberta Manfredi—Bobbi. My niece.”

That got a few raised eyebrows and one low whistle.

Season 3 | The Blood You Choose

Tulsa hums with quiet wars and old debts.
Jeremiah Dunmire’s got money, faith, and mean intentions.
Dwight’s empire’s steady—but the ground under it isn’t.
Bobbi Manfredi’s done running. One last name to bury. One last debt to settle.

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