If he'd never heard that, Harley would bet her life that he didn't grow up in America, or at least the America that Bailey knew. He would've been picked on ruthlessly as a young child at the very least, until he made a name for himself. He would have heard it at least once.
"I'm beginning to think you're more than just a business partner, Jaime," Harley informed him, moving away from him and taking a seat on the couch. There was nothing stopping him from just turning around and leaving, but that wasn't a huge concern for her.
"Only when she's being a particularly dumb little slut, but for the most part, I let her have her fun. I prefer the one and done approach but Nikolai...well lets just say you've got a vested interest in her letting me do what I want." Harley gave him her best Cheshire grin. "See, that's the thing about love. You'll do anything for them. Anything at all. Even if it means letting me come out to play."