Bang Gang

Bang Gang

It’s one thing knowing your ex-boyfriend is a bit of a player, but it’s another thing altogether to find out he’s offering his services to anyone who’ll pay good money for them.<br /><br />Not just himself, either. That would be far too regular for Darren Trent. <br /><br />Darren Trent – my teenage sweetheart and father to my two young girls – is not just putting himself up for sale.. Oh no. Darren Trent offers his escort services alongside four of his mechanic friends – all of them at the same time. <br /><br />Five hot, sweaty mechanics at your service.<br /><br />They call themselves the Bang Gang… you can imagine. <br /><br /><br />In a village our size I should keep my head down and hope the scandal blows over before the girls or my poor old Nanna catch wind of it. <br /><br />Only it’s not blowing over. Far from it. It seems every woman in the village wants themselves some mechanic action.<br /><br />They make no qualms about it, either. Just rock on up to my café counter and ask how they can book themselves in for a Bang Gang special. Like I would know. <br /><br />I definitely wouldn’t know. I hardly even know Darren Trent anymore. We split up a lifetime ago.<br /><br />I definitely don’t think about him late at night. Don’t think about five mechanics and me as much as every other woman in this village. <br /><br />And even if I did, I wouldn’t act on it. I wouldn’t draw the money from my savings account and have a go for myself.<br /><br />And even if I did that, I definitely, definitely wouldn’t fall for him. Not again. Not after everything we went through. Not after splitting up the first time nearly brought me to my knees.<br /><br />Not after settling into a decent routine, the girls and me, with no drama, no heartbreak, no crazy passions to rock the calm little boat we’re sailing on. <br /><br />I mean, who would be stupid enough to risk all that over a hot, sweaty, oily bit of rough like Darren Trent?<br />