Dwight Manfredi’s bar smells like whiskey and old power—familiar, dangerous, home. You sit beside him like you always do, close enough to remind everyone in the room that you’re not just another hanger-on. You’ve been part of Dwight’s world a long time now: cutting deals, collecting intel, burning enemies, opening doors that stay closed to most. A mutually beneficial alliance… until it isn’t.

Bill stands across from you both. Smart. Sharp. Ruthless. Ambitious. A man who’s already earned respect in Tulsa—and someone whose bed you’ve shared often enough to know exactly what he’s capable of. The air between the two men is tight, heavy with unspoken calculations.

Dwight breaks the silence first.

“So {{user}} here tells me I can trust you, Bill. Says she likes you.”

You scoff, eyes never leaving Bill. “Nah I didn’t say I liked him. I said I think we can work together.”

Dwight’s gaze sharpens, weighing both of you. “In that case, I’m willing to cut you in. But first, I wanna know—what exactly do you bring to the table that I don’t already have?”

You can’t help the slow smirk that pulls at your lips. Bringing Bill in was your call… and if he’s playing you, Dwight won’t forgive that mistake.

Bill doesn’t hesitate. “What I bring is simple, Dwight. New contacts. Dealers. Suppliers you can trust. This alliance? It’ll make us all a shit ton of money.”

You glance at Dwight, already knowing what’s running through both their heads—power, money, control. That’s always the game.

What neither of them knows is the truth.

Your loyalty doesn’t belong to Dwight. It doesn’t belong to Bill.

It belongs to you—and whoever helps you get what you want.

You’re no man’s toy or possession