Twins Always Cause Trouble.

Chapter Nine.

"Sir?."

The crackle of the speaker had McQueen snapping out of his brooding, his fingers immediately falling to press the button on the income.

"What is it, do you have any news?." He asked hurriedly, feeling as if his nerves were on a thin wire.

"....Yes sir, we have confirmed the location of  Mr Andrew, Mr Dawson is waiting for you now at the parking lot."

McQueen leaped off his office chair with a grin so wide on his face it made him look a bit deranged, quickly grabbing a hold of his discarded jacket, he rushed out the room letting the door swing shut behind him.

He reached the underground lot in seconds flat, excitement cursing through his body. McQueen spotted Dawson immediately, he was standing next to a sleek black Mercedes Benz, dressed in an all black suit with shades on.

"Lovely day, isn't it Dawson." He said cheerfully waiting for said man to open the car door for him.
Dawson nodded, not bothering to reply. Yet McQueen didnt care for a response, merely hopping into the car with that creepy smile still in place.
He was about to get what he wanted, more like who he, and teach his wayward son a lesson at the same time.

Hah, all his excitement would go flying out the window when he sees just what's in store for him.

The house he arrived at was styled in a mix of old Britain and Mordern, a small mordern gate sat at the front, along with a modest Mailbox and plants surrounding the entrance. It looked like a simple but cozy home set and it was here his runaway son was.

McQueen felt a smirk grace his lips, besides his son, the little thing he wanted was here as well. How utterly perfect.
He existed the car,  and entered the premises as if he owned it. He was however unaware of the small eyes looking at him from all around.

He reached the front door, feeling mighty proud of himself as he did, however as his hand reached out to at least knock politely the door swung open and the grinning face of those... interruptions looked back at him.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'll show up." The little brat said, and before he could get a word in, the boy's hand shot out to grasp his shirt, gripping the material in a tight fist and yanked him inside before he could ao much as protest, the door slamming shut behind him.

"Papa! We have a guest!." The scoundrel yelled awfully cheerful, McQueen tried to get himself free but the boy had the arm strength of a crocodiles jaw.
He was dragged further into the house and thrown onto the sofa it had there, right next to the other brat who was munching on popcorn looking at them as of they were some kind of show.

"Do you have any idea who you're messing with boy?!." He growled, making a move to stand but the little twerp merely pushed him back down with a finger.

"I know just who you are." He said, mirth clear in his eyes.
"I just don't give a damn, the man who thinks he can get my Papa to warm his bed for him, hah! You think I give a flying fuck about who you are?."

Well  McQueen thought, the kid had a right to be mad didnt he? Yet all of that mattered not to him, whatever he wants he will stop at nothing to get it.

There was a deep chuckle from behind them, signaling the arrival of someone and judging by how the two brats faces lit up meant trouble.

"Ah, so overprotective aren't they?." The soft voice of the silver haired angel said amused, it made McQueen perk up In attention immediately.
"So cute, my boys, Takumi, Ikumi."

Huh  what interesting names, it sounds like Japanese, McQueen watched as the one on the sofa scoffed.

"Papa, we arent cute." Ikumi said, rolling his eyes.
"We're trying to be scary here."