![]() ![]() When I saw that, I went into nurse mode and insisted on taking care of him. I didn’t know him before I saw him leaning against the wall at my cousin’s house, not really talking to anyone, but I did know just by looking at him that he was in pain. Lucky for Harlen, his wound was clean, through and through, so he was released from the hospital after one day. And by business, I mean selling women, drugs, and guns. Jordan’s motorcycle club was trying to infiltrate the Broken Eagles motorcycle club and take over so they could expand their business. ![]() He had been shot by a guy named Jordan, who was part of an MC out of Nashville. I haven’t seen him since I took him home from my cousin June’s house a few weeks ago. AS I EXIT THE HOSPITAL with a smile on my face, I spot Harlen tossing his denim-covered leg over the seat of his Harley. ![]()
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