Page 117 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

Samuel shot him a look before continuing. “My uncle had this old dirt bike. I had no business riding it. No experience. No clue what the hell I was doing. But I was determined.”

Kai hummed. “This feels like it ends badly.”

“Oh, it does,” Samuel confirmed dryly. “See, I was supposed to be taking it slow, easing into it. But I got cocky. Thought, ‘how hard could it be?’”

I bit my lip, suppressing a smile. “Famous last words.”

Samuel’s mouth twitched. “Exactly. So, I decide I’m gonna go full speed… just send it.”

Adam grinned. “Oh, buddy.”

“Yeah.” Samuel shook his head. “I rev the engine, take off down this dirt path behind my uncle’s house. At first? I feel like a damn king. The wind’s in my face, the bike’s roaring under me. I think I’ve got it. I think I’m winning.”

Kai made a low, knowing sound. “But?”

Samuel sighed. “But then I realize… I don’t know how to stop.”

Adam cackled. “Oh my god.”

I gasped. “Samuel.”

He spread his hands. “I panic. Instead of braking, I accidentally gun it harder.”

I wheezed.

Samuel smirked slightly. “So now, instead of slowing down, I’m barreling toward the biggest goddamn oak tree in the county.”

Kai covered his mouth, shoulders shaking. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes,” Samuel said. “And in my infinite twelve-year-old wisdom, I decide the only option is to jump.”

Adam howled. “You jumped off a moving bike?”

“Sure did.”

I clapped a hand over my mouth, trying not to die laughing. “What happened?”

Samuel exhaled through his nose. “I flew through the air like a cartoon character, hit the ground so hard I saw stars, and the bike? Went straight into the tree. Totaled.”

Kai was crying. “Jesus Christ.”

Adam wiped at his eyes. “This is the best day of my life.”

I was gasping for air. “Did you break anything?”

Samuel shook his head. “Just my pride.”

Kai groaned, still laughing. “That’s worse.”

Samuel chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. My uncle nearly had a heart attack. He grounded me for a month and made me work in his shop until I ‘developed some common sense.’”

Adam snorted. “Did it work?”

Samuel’s smirk was slow, dangerous. “Not even a little.”

I was grinning so hard it hurt. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I almost thought you were the responsible one.”

Samuel tilted his head. “What do you mean almost?”

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