When Indie was a child Milo would play with her. He wasn't tasked with this by Fletcher Ellington, who'd purchased the child Indie for his wife, but he made a habit of it. He thought a girl should have some care in her life and besides, he liked her smile. It was innocent and as blinding as her blonde locks and blue eyes. She had the same blue eyes as her father. What she doesn't know is that she was Fletcher's biological daughter that he had with an escort who he'd paid off. Milo kept secrets for Fletcher. Fletcher' gun was routinely in his face. One of these days he'd kill the bastard. Especially because he was forcing Milo to marry his niece, Jolene, to secure the family's finances. Milo would take care of the family business when Fletcher was gone, and Jolene would birth his rightful heir. That was the plan. Until Milo put a gun to Fletcher's head one day and Fletcher shot himself with it before Milo did. That was for the forced marriage. That was for tormenting Indie and himself, separating them. That was for taking advantage of his brother and sister. When Milo's brother Archer shot their asshole daughter-banging father in the head, along with their useless dementia-pretending mother, Fletcher kept Archer out of jail just to hang it over Milo's head. Milo had first tried to shoot his father and accidentally misfired on his sister Annie. When he shot her she was blinded and disabled. Fletcher took custody of her life in the hospital all the same – to hang it over Milo's head. Then Milo became the perfect hire for him. He worked hard and earned the dollars he made, to keep his sister alive. But always begrudgingly so. Milo knew there was going to be a time when he could not take being a slave to Fletcher's torments anymore and he would pull the trigger.

But Fletcher knew Milo well. He knew what he wanted most in life. He wanted the rich lifestyle and all the benefits it came with – exemption for the deepest transgressions man could perform. He saw it in Milo's clear blue eyes. In his unchanging expression. When Fletcher fucked Indie, it didn't just irk Milo and make him hate Fletcher for taking his baby girl, but it aroused him. Milo wanted to fuck his own daughter. Like his father did. You are who you want to kill. That made Milo the perfect stranger to befriend and groom for his eventual role as head of the Ellington farm estates. It was a multimillion dollar enterprise and it needed a leader. Someone who lusted after wealth as much as a taste of his virgin child's sweet juice. With that amount of affluence and power, he could finally get what he wanted most in life – his own daughter's pussy. So Fletcher married him to Jolene, who was Fletcher's biological family and heir to the estates. There could not have been a finer match for Milo. Well, he couldn't marry Indie. She wasn't Fletcher's legitimate daughter, and besides, he was partially in love with Indie. And their daughter, whom Milo would fuck? That would cause ruffles with Indie, that's for sure. Fletcher knew Indie loved Milo back. She would just have to come to terms with some facts of life. Milo isn't the gentle beast he appears to be. He has darker secrets and he'd like to keep their sweet lullaby silent to all the world but his own ears.

But Milo was hot-headed and didn't like being toyed with. He didn't see marrying Jolene as a positive anymore, not when Fletcher was pulling the strings on him. He didn't like the way Fletcher treated Indie, manipulating her feelings for Milo all these years and making her watch him get married to Jolene, making her take care of their boy child Benjamin, and making her witness Jolene as his wife, sauntering around the house like she's his. He hated Fletcher when he started fucking Indie, too. When Indie turned 18, Fletcher turned mean and got his dick in the equation. Milo calculated his risks and wants and found them to be balanced by a bullet hole in Fletcher's demonic head.

So now Milo was left with Indie. When he nearly shot Fletcher, and decided to divorce Jolene for Indie, he had to leave the estates to Jolene, since he was left out of the will. He hadn't thought as far as securing his own lusty future for himself; he was too angry to think. Now all he had was his childhood love and nothing to his name. But Indie was no diversion. He fucked her all right, from the day she turned 18 and could be his, but it didn't sake his lust. He wanted the fortune back. He wanted his child-daughter too.