Chapter 4Donald stared after Ryder Franklin as the pain in the ass brat left the dining area. No way could the little prick be his—there wasn’t an ounce of resemblance—but he was willing to use that if he had to.
Back in the day, he’d fully intended to forget about Elise Evans, but he hadn’t been able to avoid reading about her, since the man she’d married had risen in politics and done well. So well, in fact, that a scandal could very well ruin the man who was now Secretary of the Treasury.
Donald wasn’t keen on blackmail—not that he considered obtaining money from the kid to be an illegal act. It was just a matter of quid pro quo. Donald would do the kid a favor by keeping his mouth shut about some past peccadillos committed by the man Ryder looked on as his father, and Ryder would rep
