Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: Sofia’s Issues
The upscale Italian restaurant hummed like a beehive on the verge of swarm—soft jazz coiled like snakes, crystal glasses clinking like shivs, conversations worth more than most people’s souls priced out in hushed tones. Madison and I occupied a corner table, a defensible position with sightlines carved like murder holes across the dining room. Habit etched into bone since Miami: Always know who’s entering. Always know who’s bleeding.

Sofia’s text had been a thorn in my spinal column since yesterday: “Need to talk, Babe.” Three words. From a woman who wove emotional tapestries, that was a scream ripped raw.

Post-airport, her worry had curdled in my gut. Knew exactly what this was—her parents flaying her alive over some golden-boy quarterback again, shoving her toward Jack or whatever blue-blooded sociopath they’d paraded on a leash this week.

I knew Sofia’s broken terrain better than most. If I didn’t flay the truth from her, she’d choke on it alone. She was mine. My women’s fears are my enemies. Non-negotiable.

ARIA could’ve spoon-fed me the profile—bank records bleeding red, social media a minefield of familial sabotage, relationship dynamics as clear as blood trails. But Sofia would spill it herself.

So, I’d summoned her. Scheduled this… interrogation. Date. Whatever.

Madison had declared war on coming. Her words still echoed in the hollow of my skull: “I am your queen, and those women are my sisters, and I take care of my sisters. They’re not only the women of my man, but also my family forever… and as their queen, it’s only natural I take care of their worries too.”

That possessive ferocity was the razor wire love that had impaled my heart. Madison understood the slaughterhouse rules better than anyone—she’d helped build the killing floor, after all.

“She’s late,” Madison observed, knuckles white around her phone for the third time in five minutes. “Sofia’s never late.”

“She’ll come,” I said , swirling liquid ruby in the glass I’d barely touched. “Probably getting flayed alive over Jack again by her family.”

“Speaking of family,” Madison continued, eyes narrowed, “I am bringing reinforcements.”

One eyebrow arched like a drawn bow.

“I called my fucking war council,” Madison corrected, a predator’s grin splitting her face. “Minus Mia, who’s apparently busy purring with Tommy.”

“Good for my brother,” I rumbled. “Deserves someone who sees the weapon he really is.”

“Took him long enough,” Madison agreed. “Took someone sharp enough to appreciate his particular brand of detonation.”

Well, lady I was like that too until you chose, for whatever reason you hid in checking out my size. At least Ashley was honest enough to tell me that wasn’t the reason, but well, play hide and I will seek.

Slowly.

“Wait,” I snapped, instinct flaring, “Ashley and Emma?”

Madison paused, confusion flickering like bad wiring. “What? They’re my soldiers. I missed the smell of my pack.” A mischievous smirk carved her lips. “Don’t pretend you’re not thrilled about fresh recruits.”

She laughed, and the sound scraped at the tension between us. I couldn’t stop the answering grin from baring my teeth.

“They’ll hit the perimeter later,” Madison continued. “Told them to wait until we’d carved out the truth out of Sofia. I also didn’t feel like another taxi ride, so I had them bring my chariot from home.” She shrugged, a movement like a panther shifting on a rock. “This first strike is just us three.”

The restaurant’s glass jaws hissed open. Sofia entered alone. The moment her eyes found me, her social mask shattered like glass under a hammer. She moved like a bullet—not walking, charging—covering the distance in heartbeats.

I rose, meeting her impact head-on, catching her as she collided with me, burying her face in the hollow of my throat.

“Missed you,” she whispered, the words hot and damp against my skin, her lips pressing a possessive brand to my neck. “Why’d it take so long?”

“Had to burn a few bridges,” I murmured, my hand cupping the back of her head, fingers tangling in the silk of her hair, feeling the tremors racking her frame. “Had to make sure the path was clear.”

“Bridges?” she mumbled into my shoulder, voice thick with unshed tears she’d never let fall. “Or bodies?”

I pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up until her glassy eyes met mine. “Who needs breaking, Sofia?”

“Everything,” she breathed, a ragged exhale. “Everything’s breaking.”

I crushed her to me, feeling her composure shatter like glass under a boot heel. She wasn’t just lonely—this was the weight of solitary confinement snapping bone, burdens borne alone until muscles tore. I burrowed my hand into the perfectly combed disaster of her hair, her chest heaving against mine, but the distress radiating off her skin was acid—no room for the heat of her pressed body, only the rot of her pain.

The restaurant was definitely looking at us now, their stares like spotlights—but I didn’t give a fuck. Sofia needed this, and she clung to me like a lifeline, pushing herself deeper into my arms, refusing to let go.

After awakening her sexually and unleashing her hidden sex ghost personality, Sofia had developed surprising confidence. Usually she was reserved—even at school she barely held Jack’s hand in public.

But here she was being intimate with me in front of a restaurant full of people, kissing my neck while my queen sat there with a knowing smile on her face.

“Sofia,” Madison said gently, standing up. “Come on, sweetheart. Sit down and relax.”

Sofia reluctantly pulled away from me, and I wiped the tears from her cheeks. When she looked at Madison, I didn’t see hostility or jealousy in her expression. Instead, there was something else— respect?

Sofia had that same respectful look that most of my women developed whenever they saw Madison—acknowledging how selfless she was, how naturally she fit into her role as queen of our unconventional family.

“Madison…” Sofia said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

“Now, now,” Madison said, spreading her arms. “You’re embarrassing me. Come here.”

Madison, pulled the reluctant Sofia into a hug. Over Sofia’s shoulder, Madison winked at me—as if to say: See? We’re sisters now. Friends or not—this is our new beginning.

Madison and Sofia had never been friends nor rivals either or ever talked that much. What existed between them wasn’t even tension—it was static air.

And Sofia never hated or cared when there were rumors of Jack getting her just to hurt Madison after she turned him down—which by the way was a pathetic, dick-thought of him.

Jack had tried several times to hit on Madison when he was with Sofia but the latter didn’t hate or have any bad blood with Madison and just shrugged it off like swatting a fly.

As if she didn’t care what Jack did or did not love him that much to waste hatred on another girl for him as the reason.

The thought was beneath her.

It was heartwarming to watch—two women who barely talked to each other at school now embracing, brought together by a single boy and the strange family we’d all chosen to build.

We settled around the table, and the conversation started flowing more naturally. Madison, ever the social butterfly, decided to break the ice with typical directness.

“So,” Madison said with a mischievous grin, “I have to ask—why did you slap Lea the other day?”

Sofia’s face reddened slightly. “Lea called Peter a man w—” She stopped, unable to finish the word.

“Man whore?” I completed casually, taking a sip of wine.

Sofia nodded sheepishly. “I just… I couldn’t stand hearing it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “It doesn’t bother me at all. It wasn’t the first time Lea called me a man whore or gold-digging whore, and it probably won’t be the last.” She will have her reckoning.

“Yes, but she was shouting it to the whole cafeteria,” Sofia said, her voice getting heated again. “The whole school was listening and said mean shit as you already know. One thing led to another, and I just couldn’t control myself anymore. Before I knew it, I was slapping her.” Her expression fell. “I even humiliated Jack in the process.”

Two details caught me off guard. First, Lea was usually the quiet type who said mean shit about me silently or whispered it in class. But shouting in the whole cafeteria? Loudly? That was new behavior for her. It made me wonder if I was somehow responsible for this character change in her. She was becoming more and more aggressive.

The second detail was what had surprised me when Tommy first told me what happened. Sofia, even looking at her now, was naturally quiet and down-to-earth.

Despite being one of the most beautiful girls at school, she’d never acted mighty or superior. She was friends with nerds like Lea, didn’t play queen bee games as all Jack’s past girls used to and thought since the bastard had the school around his fingers, they’d follow suit.

That humility was part of what had attracted me to her in the first place. Most boys at school had crushes on both Sofia and Madison for different reasons – Madison the wild Lincoln High princess, Sofia the beautiful polite, quiet and humble girl next door.

So, the fact that Sofia had publicly slapped someone still surprised me and definitely the whole school. It was so out of character for her.

While I was lost in thought, Madison was laughing hard. “I knew you’d belong to Peter when you defended him in our group chat, even though Jack was trying to tear him down.”

Sofia laughed softly, half-shy. “I just didn’t like how mean most people were being to Peter. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

“You’re so cute when you’re protective,” Madison said, still grinning.

We all laughed at that, the tension finally breaking completely. But I knew we couldn’t avoid the real reason Sofia had called this meeting forever.

“Alright, Sofia,” I said, leaning forward slightly. “What did you want to talk about?”