Title: When the past catches up to present

Disclaimer: I do not own George, Joey, Vincent, or pretty much everybody else. I do, however, own Megan Lezzari, but in the old case that Megan 'Maggie' Lezzari is real, I do not actually own her.

Summary: Three men, who form a hit crew, go to Las Vegas to get hired, but what happens when one of the men realizes that he knows the target?

A/N: This is based on the USA TV Christmas movie, three wise guys. It doesn't fit the story line exactly, but it does involve all of the characters.

A/N: This story probably sucks, but oh well. What author at one point or another doesn't think that they're story is horrible? This chapter is mainly just letting everybody know what the story is going to be about, giving some background information on the main character.

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The technical definition of Regret is an intelligent and/or emotional dislike for personal past acts and behaviors. Do I have any regrets about my past? Well, the actual question should not be do I have past regrets; the question should actually be who doesn't have any regrets about their past? There are numerous things that happened when I was a kid that I wish I would've had the knowledge and common sense to avoid, but I didn't. Trying to have that picture perfect life as a kid growing up in Vegas is not easy. The temptations of the showgirls and hookers eventually drew my perfect father in, which set my mom off on a tirade. Mom divorced him immediately, and started drinking. Soon, she was gambling even more often than she drunk. I was an only child, so my reverie away from mom's drinking were my friends at school. My friends only saw me as the bright, talented, upbeat, popular girl at school. There was one person, though, who could see right through my façade: Joey Matelli. Sure, he was known not only as the most popular guy in school, the bad boy, even, but he was known as my friend; my protector. Everybody knew not to mess we me, because to get to me, you'd have to go through Joe, and nobody wanted to make him mad. The kids always saw him as the big, tough guy, but I just saw him as a great guy who could make me laugh when I needed to laugh, or be serious when I needed someone to be serious. From elementary to junior high, we were best friends, attached at the hip. If you saw one of us somewhere, chances were that the other was not far behind. In high school, Joey and I started dating, and it came as a surprise to no one. We were both realizing that adulthood was not far away, and wanted to spend as much time together as possible. Both Joey and I graduated (I was 17 and he was 19), and went on to college, wondering where life was going to take us. We didn't get to spend as much time together as when we were younger, but that's just part of growing up, I guess. Joe and I had gotten an apartment, and were living off-campus, hoping that it would allow us more time with just as. At one point in time, the two of us were actually considering getting married. It was a love more passionate than anything that had ever been felt before. But, just as things had gone when I was still a small child, Joe soon got sucked in by the true Las Vegas wild child life style, and I was left hanging in the breeze. Yes, it had been part my decision for Joe to leave. I had discovered that he was cheating on me with some random showgirl from the strip, and decided that I couldn't spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, wondering if he was ever telling me the truth. Joe and I had tried working things out: going to counseling sessions, reading different books on the subject, but in the end, it came down to the fact that we were both still very young, and had a lot left to experience in life. We split up later that year: I was only 19, and Joe was 21. I stayed in Las Vegas opening up my very own casino, making my money without any men in my life. Joe went to New York, and we haven't spoken since. Sometimes at night, I think about how Joey is. I wonder if he ever got had kids, or if he was living some jet set life, or if he had ever gotten married. I had dated from time to time, but no one would ever measure up to Joe. By the time I would find a guy who I thought could be half the man Joey was, I would be diving head first into my career, and no long have time for a relationship. Five years later, after quitting the casino industry, I've realized that no matter how much time passes, or how far away I go, Joseph Matelli will always be my one true love.