
Claude Carr is the greatest getaway driver on planet earth. He helped the infamous Johnson Brothers in London, pull off the greatest bank robbery of all time in 2013. He helped them again in 2025, pulling off another daring bank heist, this time on the island of Ibiza, it was the Grand Pamela Bank they stole from, running home with over 40 million euros. Claude was also a champion street racer on the island of Mallorca, not once had anybody else ever beaten him in a single race. However Claude Carr began his criminal career as a car thief within the city of New York. This is his legendary origin story, full of crime, police chases and plenty of thrills!
He first turned to crime in 2010, the French man came to the big apple with hopes of living the American Dream. Of course, anybody who's actually tried can tell you, it's never as simple as you'd hope. He found himself living in a shitty little apartment in the roughest part of the Bronx, that part of the city is considered the most crime ridden area and he was right in the middle of that chaos. He had to get out! However, his minimum wage job wasn't cutting it. So, he put his driving skills to good use. Claude made contact with the scariest gangsters of New York, offering his services as a discreet thief who could steal the greatest super cars in Manhattan, escape the cops and deliver the goods. He wasn't taken too seriously at first, but the man proved himself as an extraordinary car jacker, one capable of avoiding the whole NYPD. The illegal opportunities got more and more daring, yet he was fearless and incredibly bold. Soon enough, Claude's bank account grew bigger and bigger, eventually moving out of that shit hole in the Bronx, buying himself a nice big house in North Caldwell, New Jersey. Claude had climbed up the criminal ladder, eventually working for the infamous Samaris Family who were the most dangerous mafia in all of New York. Claude had graduated from committing the crime of Grand Theft Auto and became a getaway driver for the Samaris family. He helped them escape police and rival gangs on countless occasions. For a year, this gig was very lucrative and he had the protection of this Mafia too. Nobody dared mess with a man on the Samaris family payroll. However, dreams don't always last. It seemed Claude had achieved the American Dream, albeit illegally, this would soon become a nightmare.
Claude's final job for the Samaris family was to escort three gangsters from a rival gang's hideout. They had broken into the warehouse their rivals owned, shooting up the place, killing their enemies. It was a bloody massacre, one that alerted the NYPD and Claude was there to save them from arrest or death by being shot. The getaway was messy, the Samaris gangsters climbed inside Claude's car like normal, only a minute into the drive, a pistol fired from the police car perusing behind them. It smashed through the back window of Claude's car, exploding one of the Samaris gangster's head like a piñata full of blood and gore! The car's interior was a horrifying mess!
"You fuck!" The two surviving Samaris gangsters yelled, "this is your fault, Claude!"
"No, no Monsieur!" Claude cried, "don't blame me!"
"Just shut the fuck up and get the last two of us out of here!" The biggest one, sitting in the back seat beside the bloody corpse said. The other criminal sat next to Claude was much younger and too frightened to speak. Claude knew he was in serious trouble, even if he escaped the squads of racing police cars, the gangster in the back was going to kill him! So Claude raced his car to the nearest shore and quickly released his seat belt.
"What are you-"
Suddenly Claude crashed full speed into the water! The French man quickly punched the windshield before the car sank into the watery depths. The front passenger was too shocked to react, so was the gangster in the back. Claude swam to shore, knowing he had just killed two members of the Samaris Mafia. They'd think he killed all three. Claude was a dead man walking, especially if he stuck around New York or New Jersey. He had no choice but to leave. Not just the city, not just America, but the whole damn country! He booked a flight to England that very night. Most of Claude's money was locked away in a vault within his big house, he couldn't risk returning there, he only had a few hundred dollars in his wallet and about seven thousand in his current account. That was $7,300+ altogether. Enough money to make a new start, but not much more. It was beyond agony giving up his millions but he either left New York a poor man or die rich. He chose the former and broke into somebody's back garden, stealing dry clothes that were on their washing line. He changed from his wet ones and eventually hailed a cab, ordering the driver to take him straight to the airport, no questions asked. Halfway there, Claude realised he needed his passport to exit the country! So dared to take the risk of returning home. The driver was annoyed by the sudden change in direction, but he soon shut up the moment Claude handed him an extra $50 up front.
"Park here." Claude told the taxi driver, a good five minutes walk away from his house.
"I can take you all the way." The driver persisted.
"Please, Monsieur!" Claude pleaded.
"Ok, amigo..." The taxi driver sighed, stopping the car, "I'll wait."
"There's another fifty in it, if you do." Claude winked, exiting the yellow taxi. He then snuck through the dark, quiet streets of North Caldwell, approaching his house. As suspected, a black luxury car was parked on his drive, this was a Samaris car, he had driven the same model into the water only a few hours ago. Claude couldn't risk going inside until the criminals gave up and abandoned their search. They eventually did after almost an hour, driving away as Claude hid in some nearby bushes. He still had three hours to catch his flight, the rest was easy. Claude climbed over the fence, entering his own premises. He still had his house keys so entering was no sweat. Claude ran inside, climbed the stairs and grabbed his passport, he even searched his vault, but the money was all gone. The Samaris had reclaimed the wealth they had gifted Claude. At least he still had his $7,300+ and that was enough. So Claude exited his house soon after, the taxi was long gone. Claude was frustrated but this was understandable, he didn't expect the driver to wait around forever but he certainly hoped he would have. Now Claude had to find another taxi and it was almost midnight. Even in New Jersey, that wasn't so hard to do. He hailed one eventually, finally he could relax, he withdrew as much money as he could from an ATM before entering the airport. He got himself over $1,000 in cash altogether after that. Once in the airport, Claude walked straight towards his gate. He waited impatiently for his plane to arrive and then he boarded it, only until he sat down in his passenger seat, did Claude relax. It was a long flight, but it took him all the way to London. Two years later, he met the Johnson Brothers.
About the Creator
Joseph Roy Wright
Hello there!
My name is Joseph Roy Wright, the British author of over 30 Independent novels!
I like to write about movies, pop culture, fiction and horror! I review all the latest films (and classics), I also like to write short stories.


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