Chapter Seven
Willemstad, Curaçao, Dutch Antilles.
Outside the Iguana Café, the parade of bikes had come to a stop. Several of the bikers dismounted and helped Carlos to secure the two youths while they waited for the police to arrive. They didn’t need much restraining. Juan’s friend could not walk, and Juan tried valiantly to stop his nose from bleeding. At least the pain from his face had nullified the pain coming from his arm and shoulder. The two young thugs were hurting and humbled.
There was a party atmosphere as the onlookers animatedly discussed the events they’d seen. Carlos’s business acumen kicked in. Despite the beating he had taken, he was not one to miss an opportunity. He left the two youths to the attention of some of the larger bikers and started handing out menus and e
