We are Evil: The Family is All E-Book

Tanja Weber

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

We are Evil: The Family is All The Winter family is back - more brutal, more ruthless and more determined than ever. After Vanessa and Eric are freed in a spectacular courthouse coup, the family continues their path of violence and deception. With fake identities and clever plans, they strike again, leaving a trail of chaos and despair in their wake. But as the attacks become more and more risky, Inspector Sander comes dangerously close. In a gripping game of cat and mouse that demands sacrifices and pushes moral boundaries, the question arises: How far will one go to protect the family? Exciting, brutal and frighteningly real – the second volume in the series shows that family is the only thing that counts. But at what price?

Leseprobe

Title:We are Evil:

The Family is All

Author: Tanja Weber

Biography:

Tanja Weber was born in Cologne in 1985 and now lives in Berlin. Even as a child she was fascinated by dark stories and gripping crime novels, but instead of a traditional course of study she decided to experience life directly and draw her stories from reality. After several years in various jobs - from journalist to PR agency to freelance worker in the entertainment industry - she began writing her own thriller in 2015. With a clear focus on exciting, profound characters and the dark sides of society, she takes her readers into the depths of the human psyche. Her novels are characterized byfast-paced plots, complex relationships and a mixture of thriller, drama and crime stories. Without ever having had a classical education in literary studies, she relies on her intuition and her ability to create gripping, realistic narrative worlds.

Chapter 1: Escape on four wheels

The stuffy air in the old bus quickly became unbearable. Klaus had taped up the window

with black foil so that no one could look in from outside. The musty smell, mixed with sweat and fear, filled everyone's nose. Mark sat in the passenger seat and lit a cigarette.

"This is madness, damn madness," he muttered and blew the smoke towards the ceiling. "Drive a damn bus through a wall? What's next, a tank?"

"Shut up, Mark," Klaus growled, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "If you have a better idea, let me know. But I don't see any damn Einstein here suggesting another plan." “A better plan would have been to get rid of these idiotsnot to get caught,” Mark shot back, a cigarette between his lips.

“Stop arguing,” Renate’s cool voice came from behind. They were sitting with Lisa andthe two children in the back row of the

bus. The children held each other tightly, their faces pale. "We don't have time for your whining. We're getting Vanessa and Eric out of there. Period."

"Yeah, great idea, Mom. And if the whole place collapsed, what then? We turn it into a family gravesite?"

Klaus turned to him abruptly, his eyes flashing with anger. "Stop. Die. Shut up. Either you join in or you get out now."

Mark snorted and looked away. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and stared into the darkness outside the bus. "It's fine. But if this goes wrong, you'll have to listen to it forever."

"I'll manage it," Klaus muttered, turning on the engine and turning the key. The bus vibrated and roared like an old dragon that had just been brought back to life. Lisa leaned forward, her voice quiet but full of determination. "Are the weapons ready?"

“In the back of the luggage compartment,” said Renate. “Two pistols, an assault rifle and the explosive device for emergencies.” "It's not an emergency," Klaus growled. "That's plan B, and there is no plan B." Lisa laughed bitterly. "There's always a Plan B, Klaus. You're just too stubborn to accept it."

"Shut up back there," Klaus called over his shoulder. "We'll be there in a minute." The lights of the courthouse appear before them. A cold concrete block, surrounded by police officers, journalists and curious onlookers. The trial against Vanessa and Eric had attracted everyone's attention. The Winter family had become a legend, a myth

that people told behind closed doors. But Klaus knew: If they failed now, their story would end with two lifeless bodies in a cage.

"This is it," Renate said quietly as she stared out the window. "This is the moment, Klaus. No turning back."

“Never happened,” Klaus replied, stepped on the gas and let the bus roar.

The first police officers turned to the speeding vehicle. One officer opened his eyes

wide and shouted something that was drowned out by the screeching of the brakes. The bus thundered towards the wall at full speed, breaking through the masonry with a

deafening bang that sounded like an explosion. Dust and debris flew through the air, screams echoed through the destroyed hall.

"Go on, damn it!" Klaus yelled as Renate and Lisa jumped out of the bus. Renate had a pistol in her hand, Lisa the assault rifle. Mark followed closely behind, a bag full of cable ties over his shoulder.

“Erik! Vanessa! Where are you?” Lisa screamed, pointing the gun at a policeman who rose from the rubble.

“Back here!” she heard Vanessa’s voice, hoarse and full of panic.

Renate spotted them first. Vanessa and Eric were sitting in a corner in handcuffs, guarded

by two policemen. Renate was loyal and fired without hesitation. The officers fell to the ground, their screams stopped inseconds. “Hurry up!” Klaus shouted from the driver’s door. “We don’t have time for heroics!” Lisa pulled Eric to his feet while Vanessa looked at the bloody scene with wide eyes. "Damn, this is crazy. You guys are crazy!"

"And you're still alive, so thank me later," Lisa hissed as she pushed Vanessa toward the door. "Come on, get in the car!"

The SUV was waiting right outside the chaos. Klaus had left the engine running while Mark secured the entrance with a Molotov cocktail. "Now or never!" he shouted.

The family jumped into the car, which sped away with a screeching of tires. Bullets hit the bodywork, but Klaus stayed focused. "Everyone in there?"

“Yes, go!” shouted Renate, who had just reloaded the assault rifle. “We don’t have time for stupid questions!”

The car slumbers in a dark alley while sirens

sound behind themhowled and the screams of the survivors faded away. Vanessa and Eric sat gasping in the back, their faces smeared with dust and blood.

“You guys are crazy,” Eric muttered, rubbing his sore wrists.

"Yes, yes, we're crazy," Klaus growled and

stepped on the gas. "But only a few of us are together again now."

Chapter 2:New Faces, New Names

The new city was a shithole, just what Klaus wanted. Grey, anonymous, inconspicuous. You could go into hiding here, as long as you didn't make the mistake of attracting attention. The family had rented a room in a run-down apartment building in the industrial park. Two apartments, cheap and shabby, but it was enough. "Two crappy rooms for seven people." "It's a real spectacle," complained Mark, as he put the television on the wobbly dresser. "If this is going to be our new life, I might as well shoot myself."

"Then go ahead and shoot yourself," growled Klaus, who was sitting on the couch and writing the new address into his fake ID card. "But wait until I'm done with the paperwork, otherwise I'll have to do all this crap myself."

"Oh, shut up," snorted Mark and threw the antenna cable on the floor. "At least you have a place to sit,Asshole."

Lisa came out of the kitchen and shook her head. "Can you two pull yourselves together for five minutes?" The kids are finally asleep and I don't want you to wake them up again."

"Wake up?" Klaus laughed bitterly. "In this shithouse, you wake up on your own. Look at the walls. They're so thin, I can hear the neighbor farting."

"It's just authentic," Renate interjected, sitting on a wobbly chair and smoking a cigarette. "The more it stinks, the less anyone here is interested in us."

"Great," muttered Mark. "We're officially trash now, too." Congratulations, Winter family."

Eric stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His lip was split, a souvenir of his last days in prison. "Stop

whining. We're out, that's what counts. Now we're getting ready for the next job." “What next job?” Lisa asked hima look that could kill. "We've been here for two hours.

Maybe we should calm down before we plan the next shit."

"Calm down?" Eric laughed harshly. "You mean like last year?" There was calm then

too. "Until the cops came and took us away like cattle."

"That's exactly why we're planning everything more thoroughly now," Klaus said in a sharp tone. "No mistakes, no negligence. And we're starting small. No banks, no damn media houses. Something that doesn't attract attention."

Vanessa entered the living room and threw

herself on the couch next to Klaus. "Great. So are we going to steal the coffee fund from the bakery around the corner or something? You can't be serious."

"Shut up, Vanessa," Klaus growled. "I'll tell you when you can talk."

"Fuck you, Klaus," she hissed, grabbing a

cigarette from Renate's pack. "Next time I have to hold back my head, at least I'll know why."

"You want to know what for?" Klaus' voice became dangerously quiet. "So that we don't die in some cell again, right? So that you're still breathing."

"Oh, great. Thank you, Daddy, for not letting me die." Vanessa flicked the lighter and took a savoury drag on her cigarette. "I feel much better."

"Stop it, damn it," Renate interjected, tapping her cigarette into an empty beer can. "We don't have time for this crap. Klaus is right. We'll start small. A pharmacy, a jeweler or something."

Eric nodded slowly. "Jewelry store sounds good. No safe, just a few cabinets. And if there's an explosion, most of them aren't armed."

"And the police?" asked Lisa, crossing her arms. "Sander is still on our heels. He'll definitely know that we're starting again."

"Then Sander has to be careful that we don't get him first," Klaus growled. "I'm not afraid of the bum."

Mark laughed bitterly. “Of course not, you

areeven the damn Terminator." But the rest of us don't want to get bullets in the back next time."

"Stop crying, Mark," Renate said with a sharp look. "If you're scared, stay here and do the laundry." But if you want to come with us, then stop whining."

Mark snorted, but said nothing more. Eric took a step forward. "So, shall we do it like this? Jeweler, quick in, quick out?"

"Yes," said Klaus, standing up. "We'll take the

next few days to observe everything. Shift schedules, escape routes, everything. No surprises."

“And what about the children?” asked Lisa. “We can’t take them with us every time.”

Renate nodded. "I'll stay with them when it starts. We have to keep this together if you guys mess things up out there." “Good,” said Klaus. “Then we have a plan.”

He looked around, his gaze hard and scrutinized. “No more mistakes. Weare back in the game.”

Chapter 3:An old plan, a new risk

The Winter family had spent two days spying on the jeweler. A small shop on a side street, run by a nervous man in his mid-fifties and his much younger, overzealous assistant. The shop was no luxury temple, but it was crammed with enough gold and watches to comfortably finance the next month. The security system was mediocre, two cameras, a simple alarm system and a locked back door. No problem for the Winters - at least if everything goes according to plan.

Klaus is standing in the improvised "headquarters" - that is, the dirty kitchen of their apartment - and is using a broken pencil to draw the floor plan of the new shop on a

piece of cardboard. "Here," he tapped the sketch with his pencil, "is the main entrance. Lisa and Mark, you go in. Lisa will take care of the saleswoman, Mark will cover the door." “Great,” murmured Mark, throwing askeptical look at the map. "And what do I do if a cop comes in?" Should I politely ask him to leave?"

"You have the gun, Mark," Klaus said dryly.

"Do you think it's just decoration?"

"Yeah, sure. And if the cop shoots first, what then?"

"Then you just die," Klaus snapped, staring at