Takes in his winnings

Joseph carried the three new dolls into the main gallery and dropped them in a loose pile on the open floor. Jessie landed on her side. Tara crumpled on top of her. Sofia ended up half across both of them, dark ponytail spilling over Tara’s bare shoulder.

He pulled Jessie free first. The twenty-six-year-old’s modest chest still carried the slight lift from the push-up bra she had worn for her confession. Joseph laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and pushed in without warmup.

“You wrote a whole note,” he said while he fucked her in long, steady strokes. He held the paper open above her blank face. “Three-way or adopt me. You said you’d do anything to stay under her protection. Look at you now. You’re under mine instead.” he thrust harder. “She never even got the chance to say yes or no. I answered for her.” When he finished he left his cum dripping out of her and rolled her onto her stomach so her ass stayed raised.

Tara came next. He dragged the softer brunette into a kneeling position, forced her head down until her cheek pressed the floor, and took her from behind.

“Your wife tried so hard,” he told the back of her head while he kept the pace rough and uneven. “Double biceps on the porch. She shoved you toward the back door like that would save you. It didn’t. You’re both mine now. She gets to live with that.” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, watching her soft body jiggle. When he came he pulled out and painted a thick stripe across her lower back.

Sofia he saved for the longest turn. He carried the eighteen-year-old to one of the empty display stands, laid her on her back with her knees bent and spread, and worked two fingers into her while his other hand pinched and rolled her nipples.

“Your strong mom failed in under five minutes,” he said in a calm, almost conversational tone. “She'd rather flex her muscles than help you.” He replaced his fingers with his cock and fucked her in short, deep strokes, watching her empty face the entire time. “She’s probably out there right now thinking she can fix this. She can’t.” When he finished he left her exactly like that, legs still open, cum leaking onto the stand.

He stepped back, breathing a little harder, and looked at the three of them.

Jessie face-down with her ass up. Tara kneeling with cum cooling on her back. Sofia on the stand with her knees still bent.

Joseph wiped his hands on Jessie’s thigh, then rearranged them into a tighter group. He sat Tara upright on her heels, placed Jessie behind her so the older girl’s modest breasts pressed against Tara’s shoulders, and laid Sofia across both their laps face-up. He adjusted their arms until Jessie’s hand rested on Tara’s breast and Tara’s hand rested on Sofia’s stomach. A frozen little family pile.

He left them like that and walked upstairs to rinse off.

Across town Maya stood in her ruined living room with Sofia’s phone in her hand. The Find My app still showed an active signal. The blue dot had moved across the city and stopped in the industrial district near the old warehouses. The address sat clear on the screen.

She stared at it until headlights swept across the front windows. A car door slammed. Footsteps hit the porch hard. The door opened without a knock.

Elena Reyes stepped inside. Thirty-four, taller than Maya, broader through the shoulders, short black hair cut close, the same hard jawline. She wore a dark jacket over a plain shirt and looked like she had driven the entire way with the pedal flat.

“I came as soon as I could,” Elena said. “Traffic can go to hell. Show me.”

Maya held up the phone. The blue dot glowed steady in the industrial park.

Elena took the phone, studied the map for three seconds, then handed it back. Her voice dropped into the same flat tone Maya used when she was done talking. “We find them. We take them back. No one touches my sister’s family and walks away.”

Maya nodded once. “He’s in one of the warehouses on the east edge. Signal hasn’t moved.”

“Good. You drive. I watch the dot.” Elena already turned toward the door. “Let's move.”

Maya grabbed her keys. Her hands stayed steady. The half-eaten plates still sat on the table. The lamp still stood crooked where she had set it upright. None of it mattered.

They walked out together. Maya locked the door behind them out of habit, then got behind the wheel. Elena dropped into the passenger seat and kept her eyes on the glowing blue dot.

The warehouse was twenty minutes away if they obeyed the speed limit.

Maya did not.

They'd arrive in five.