"We're closed," he called from his station by the cash register.

Theresa ignored the man and continued into the bar. She had seen some rundown places in her time, but The Underground was probably the worst. A rat sat on one end of the bar, nibbling on what she guessed to be a leftover hushpuppy.

"Not for me, it's not. Give me your most expensive tequila. The whole bottle." She smiled at the guy and sat her package on the non-rodent infested end of the bar. She reached into her bra and produced the wad of cash RJ had given her on the plane. It wasn't part of her payment. He had called it discretionary funds and she had no clue what that meant.

"I'm not playing with you. Get out of my club before I call the cops."

"This is a club?" Theresa threw about three hundred dollars in assorted bills on the floor and let herself behind the bar. She grabbed the fanciest bottle and cracked it open. "This is not a club. It's a dive."

"Who do you think you are?"

Again, Theresa smiled as she cracked the seal on the bottle. She threw the lid on the floor and sauntered to the man, who had yet to make a move for the phone.

"You're worth half a billion dollars, right? What the hell is Nicholas Newman doing counting the pennies in a cash register? Or do you prefer to be called Nick?" Theresa slammed the bottle on the counter and leaned up against him.

He slammed the drawer shut.

"You have ten seconds to convince me not to-" Nick never got to finish his threat because Theresa grabbed his hair and pulled his face to hers.

Even though he had a mild case of body odor, Theresa kissed him. It wasn't like Brady had smelled any better back in Salem.

"I brought cupcakes," she told the millionaire after releasing him. Backing away, Theresa used the side of her index finger to wipe his saliva from her lips.

"Who are you?" Nick looked stunned and she answered with a flirty giggle.

"Do you like red velvet?" She punched the rat off the bar for getting too close to the box, then lifted the lid. Looking over her shoulder, Theresa watched Nick's expression. "Would you rather have orange? I got all kinds of goodies for us."

"Do I know you from somewhere?" Nick walked up to Theresa and she picked up the rainbow cupcake. It made her snort.

"Not that I'm aware of. This is my first time in Genoa City. I just thought I'd see the sights." She ran her eyes over his frame approvingly. He was a little caveman-ish, but nowhere near as bad as Daniel Jonas had been. "What do you have to show me?"

"You tell me what you wanna see." Nick smiled at her and took the cupcake. When RJ had told her it would be an easy gig, she had no idea how right he was.

Stepping up to Nick, Theresa pressed a hand to his stomach. She could feel the muscles under the cloth. With her other hand, she grabbed Nick's wrist and forced the cupcake to his mouth. "Eat."

He complied, take a bite of the frosting but not the cupcake itself. There was a bit of it at the corner of his mouth and she stood on the tips of her toes to lick it off.

"Fuck this." Nick dropped the cupcake to the already filthy floor and grabbed Theresa. As he kissed her, she pushed him away and he hit the rack of alcohol. A couple bottles crashed, smashing open open on the floor. "What the hell?"

"I lead," she told him with a laugh, stepping over the broken glass and reaching for his belt buckle.

B&B

"You found me?" Bill stepped back and let Katie into his hotel room. "I mean, I wasn't hiding from you, but I didn't think you'd know-"

"I'm not here for small talk, Bill." She sat her purse on the nearest end table and looked at her husband. She indicated with her eyes that he needed to shut the door, and even though he hated taking orders he obeyed.

"Are we working things out?" He crossed his hands over his chest and she stared at him.

"What happened to your hand?"

"RJ," he answered without thinking, unconsciously stretching his bandage. His side still hurt as well but he didn't want her knowing about that.

Katie narrowed her eyes and snarled. "Must've been some lover's quarrel."

"Oh, go to hell."

Shaking her head, Katie growled as she opened her purse. "Actually, Bill, that's why I'm here. I don't want to fight with you through another drawn out divorce. I took the liberty of having some papers drawn up."

He did his best not to let his hurt show. "Divorce?"

"You slept with my nephew, Bill. Drunk or not, you cheated on me. I can't be married to you anymore."

She pulled a stack of legal documents out of her purse and handed them to him. He stared at her for a few seconds before taking them.

As Bill looked through them, Katie continued to talk. "They are more than fair. I relinquish any claim to Spencer stock, and I could make a very good legal case for half your stock. We share joint custody of Will: I get him during the week and you get him on weekends, except it's the reverse in the months of June, July, and August. That's for when he goes to school. You get to keep the mansion. I already have Adele compiling a list of properties for me to look at."

"And for all of this, you want my 12.5% of Forrester." Bill finally looked up at his wife and saw a twinkle in her eyes. "You're planning something. You haven't cared about Forrester in years."

"And you're curious to find out what. If you really wanna know, Bill, all you have to do is sign."

"And why should I do that?"

Katie smiled through her anger and disgust. "Because you cheated on me, Bill. With a man. And we both know that the courts are more conservative than they let on. I can either drag you to court and get everything I want including that Forrester stock, or you can sign those papers right now and we both walk away as close to happy as we can get."

Even though he wanted nothing more than to go to court and prove her wrong, Bill knew she wasn't. He was a man of action but he was also pragmatic.

He signed the papers.

"Thank you." Katie took the documents from Bill and sighed. "I'm sorry it came to this. I'll drop them off at my lawyer's first thing in the morning. Goodbye, Bill."

"Goodbye, Katie." He reached out to touch her face and she stepped away.

Without any further words, Katie gathered her things and walked to the hotel room door. When she opened it, Steffy Forrester was on the other with a hand raised as if preparing to knock.

Katie just stared at Steffy for a few seconds, then pushed her way past the woman.

"What did I miss?" Steffy asked, walking into the room and closing the door.

"The end of my marriage," Bill sighed.

"It wasn't that great anyway," Steffy offered. She crossed her arms and cocked her head st Bill. "Just looking at you disgusts me."

"Thanks for that."

"I find what you and my brother did to be completely repulsive Bill, but I have more important things to worry about than what diseased hole you're fucking this week."

"Such as?"

"Such as destroying my brother, Bill. Criminally, you don't have a case, not really. But you're going to sue the shit out of RJ."

"What are you talking about?"

"Rape, Bill." Steffy smirked and threw her mass of hair over her shoulder. "You're going to take my brother to court. You're gonna sue RJ for raping you."

B&B

"You got what you need?" Theresa asked as she finished getting dressed.

"You weren't actually supposed to sleep with him." Nicky looked at the cupcakes, which had been scattered all over the floor. "I paid a lot of money for those things. It's shockingly easy to find a baker in this cultural wasteland that is willing to slip GHB into cake batter."

"Listen, he's asleep and that's what matters. So I got off in the process. I haven't had sex since I moved to LA and it was driving me nuts. A woman has needs."

"He's not wearing a condom." Nicky observed. "Didn't I tell you to be careful?"

"He was. It must've slipped off." Theresa shrugged nonchalantly. "My monthly STD test is scheduled for next week. I'll just have to be extra careful until then."

"The funds have been transferred to your account, Theresa. You can go now." Nicky watched her grab her high heels, but she left the pantyhose in a heap on the floor.

She looked him over. "You sure you don't want me here for the next part?"

He was healing and on enough over-the-counter painkillers that he hardly felt anything, so he didn't get her concern. "It's probably better if it's just me. Don't wanna have to use my ace in the hole if I don't have to."

"Fine, RJ. But that burner phone does have my number. Don't be afraid to call me."

Nicky smiled at her and let Theresa put a hand on his shoulder. She used him to steady herself while she put on her heels.

"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

They exchanged no more words. As she left the bar, Nicky felt a part of him get sad. He didn't understand it so he pushed it away.

"Okay then, Mr. Newman, I've seen more than enough of you. Shame about the heterosexuality thing. We could've had fun," Nicky told the sleeping man as he knelt down next to him. He put one hand on Nick's shoulder and began to shake him. "Hey, are you okay?"

With a groan, the father of RJ's ex-boyfriend came to his senses and sat up. His back was covered in icing and bits of cake. It looked like it was red velvet.

"Oh god. I did it again, didn't I? Listen, kid, how much do you want to keep this between us?"

"What?" That was the last thing Nicky had been expecting him to say.

"Listen, you look like shit and I'm sorry if I got too rough, but you've gotta realize that when you come onto a straight guy-"

Nicky interrupted the man's explanation by laughing into his face until his ribs hurt. He grabbed them and about fell into Nick's lap from the combination of pain and hilarity.

"Are you okay?" Nick climbed into a crouching position and put a hand on Nicky's back. "Kid?"

"You didn't do this," Nicky said as he wiped tears from his eyes. He was blowing a potentially good means of blackmail, but he already had a better one. It was best if he tried doing the honest plan first. Well, as honest as he could get. "We've never met before this. Besides, what makes you think I'm gay?"

"Really?" Nick just stared at Nicky. There was about five seconds of eye contact before Nick stood up and started fetching his clothes. "How did you even get in here?"

"A woman came outta here not long ago, so I thought you were still open. It seems I was, uh, wrong. But when you were there on the floor I had to make sure you were okay, Mr. Newman."

"Well, we're not open. And the woman. Yeah. I remember her now." Nick slid on his boxers and started to pull on his pants. He stopped, squeezed them, and then looked around the bar. "The bitch stole my wallet!"

It took everything Nicky had not to laugh. Theresa would do that.

"Um, Kid, I'm fine. So why are you still here?"

Nicky bit his bottom lip and shifted his eyes to the ceiling. He had to play it perfectly. One mistake and he'd have no choice but to pull out his phone and that was his last resort.

"You really don't know who I am?"

Nick choked a little and Nicky looked down at him in surprise.

"Listen, Kid, I don't know what your mom may have told you, but I'm not your dad. Probably. We'll get a DNA test to be on the safe si-"

"Oh god NO!" Nicky again fought the urge to laugh. "I'm RJ Logan."

"R... RJ. Oh." Nick picked up his shirt with one hand and offered the other to Nicky. "You're him."

"If by him, you mean Noah's ex, yeah. That's me." Nicky took Nick's hand and the other man pulled him to his feet. "This wasn't how I wanted to meet you, but you never bothered to even try when I was still with your son."

The mood was more tense than Nicky had intended and he mentally kicked himself. Antagonizing Nick was the last thing he wanted to do.

"Sorry. That was uncalled for," Nicky offered as he released Nick's hand.

"I'm not a homophobe," Nick assured Nicky. "I mean, I've had gay friends. Not close ones, but they exist."

"Really, it's fine. I'm not trying to pick a fight with you, Mr. Newman." Nicky took a deep breath. This was proving to not at all be like he had planned. "I came to apologize."

To me? What for?" Nick finally put his shirt on and Nicky was disappointed. He had liked the eye candy. "Like you said, we never met."

"Not to you. To your father. I need to see Victor. I'm sure you heard about what happened the last time I was here."

"I did. I also heard about what happened at your dad's wedding."

"You did? Shit." Nicky suddenly knew that Nick wasn't going to believe anything he said.

Laying a hand on Nicky's shoulder, Nick tried to play the role of the elder offering advice. "Listen, there's no way you're apologizing to Victor. I don't know you, but right now my dad is the last of your concerns unless you're plotting something."

"Why would I be plotting anything?" Nicky stepped away from Nick and slid a hand into his back pocket, wrapping his fingers around his phone.

"I'm not an idiot, RJ. It's obvious that you and my dad hate each other. But you and Noah broke up months ago. Why come here now? Why me?"

"Because I didn't know then what I know now." Nicky dropped all pretense and pulled out his phone. He was going to have to us it after all. "I need to see Victor. And there's no way I'm gonna be able to go to Newman Enterprises, so you're gonna take me to the old bastard's ranch. Noah used to tell me all about it. I'll never get past security on my own."

"But why? You didn't tell me that, RJ. Why should I help you? You're nothing to me, no offense."

With a defeated sigh, Nicky woke his phone and pulled the picture up. "Because if you don't help me, I'm gonna let everyone see what Nick Jr. looks like. Though, from what I've heard, about a third of the country already knows knows."

"Excuse me?" Nick took the phone from Nicky and stared at the picture. "You took a naked picture of me?"

"Pictures. Multiple," Nicky corrected.

With an angry grunt, Nick smashed the phone into the bar, shattering the screen. "You tried to blackmail me? Really? Good luck doing it with this piece of junk."

"No trying. I am blackmailing you. Did you think I wouldn't back those pictures up to the cloud? I knew you were a whore, but I didn't know you were a dumb one."

Nick dropped the phone to the floor and stared at Nicky. His shoulders heaved as he breathed, barely keeping his violence reigned in.

"You gonna attack me? You gonna kill me to keep your nudes outta the press?" Nicky crossed his arms and chuckled. "Go for it, Tough Guy. You wouldn't be the first to try. But that woman you fucked on this filthy bar floor? She works for me. If I die, she has orders to leak those pictures anyway. So either you do this one thing for me or everyone gets to see your package and be as impressed as I was."

"You've got it all figured out, don't you?" Nick clenched his fists and Nicky smiled. "You think you've thought of everything, you disgusting freak."

"Not everything. Just enough. What do you say, Nicholas? Do we have a deal?"

Even though he had been expecting it, Nicky still fell to the floor when Nick punched him. He touched his nose and, while it wasn't broken, it was bleeding. He laughed.

"Let's get this over with," Nick grunted as he stormed out of the bar. Scrambling to his feet, Nicky followed.

B&B

Maya was waiting for Noah when he got off the plane. Eden was at her side, looking exhausted and pissed off.

"You find him?" Eden asked Noah, looking every bit as uncomfortable as he felt. They never really had time to adjust to each other after Crichton-Clark. He took Hope to LA and Maya brought her home to Genoa City.

"Yes. And we lost him. But Hope was right. RJ isn't himself. He has an alter now. A real nasty guy named Nicky in charge."

"Nicky?" Maya blinked. "I know that name."

"So do I. He named himself after your dad, Noah," Eden pointed out. "God, everything about everything is so weird."

"Actually, Hope and RJ have an Uncle Nicky. Nick Marone. She thinks that's where the name came from," Noah explained. He understood as much about the situation as Eden.

Maya hugged him and kissed Noah's cheek. He wanted nothing more than to return the kiss, but he didn't want to do it in front of Eden. "You said you guys lost him?"

"Not our problem anymore. Hope's gonna let the family know eventually. After everything with Ridge settles down."

"What's going on with ole lard ass? I heard about the wedding. Laughed through the entire video."

Noah had forgotten how much Maya hated Ridge and Caroline. He wondered if he should tell her the truth.

"Look," Eden interrupted, looking as pissed off as she was tired. "Can we talk about this later. There's an old bastard out there waiting on us, even if he doesn't know it. And we're doing this tonight. I refuse to wait another damn day, Noah Newman."

B&B

The lights were still on when Victor arrived home from the office. Nikki had told him she was spending the night with Victoria and the grandchildren, so he assumed the staff had left them on when they left for the night.

Hanging his jacket up, Victor walked into the living room and gasped.

Sitting on the sofa, head on his chest and surrounded by pieces of broken pottery, was his first born son. Before Victor could check on Nick, someone else in the room cleared their throat.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Victor saw the intruder. He would've laughed if he wasn't so angry.

"HOW DARE Y-" he started before being interrupted.

"Get a new line, Old Bitch." RJ Logan walked out of the corner and over to Nick. He put a hand on the top of the man's head and pulled it upright. He looked down at Nick, released him, and smiled at Victor. "He's alive, just taking a little nap. Nicholas here didn't seem to understand that this is supposed to be a private conversation. And oh, you and me, we are definitely gonna have some words."