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? Will he try to make a mends or will he go through with the job?
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 their story is horrible? Anybody got some ideas for the storyline? I don't want to go along exactly with the movie, so if you want to give me ideas, just remember it's a mobster/criminal-type romance story.
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"Murray, we have to get him the money. We have to get him the money right now!"
"Shirley, I know you want to get Maggie back. So do we, but if we give him the money,chances arewe won't get her back."
It turns out the voices of men that I had heard on the phone were the two other guys that had came into town with Joey; the guys that had been hired by Murray.
"So, what do we do?"
"I say, we go out there, and get her back, without the money."
"Let's go."
As the men form their plan to come and save me, Joey reaches into his suit pocket, and feels the felt of the small ring case, hoping that he gets to me in time to use it.
"You know, whoever that guy is that spent the night at your place last night, is a lucky guy."
"Yeah? How so?"
"You're beautiful, smart, talented, and rich. Any guy would be insane to not want to be with you forever and ever."
Time was ticking closer and closer to midnight. I was crossing my fingers and praying for the guys to get here in time. My captor kept looking at his watch every five seconds.
"You better hope that your boys get here on time."
"Yeah, I'm hoping."
What seemed like hours but in reality was probably only minutes later, I hear footsteps crunching against the rocks on the way back to the stall I was being held in.
"Hey! I'm looking for Maggie Lezzari!"
For once, Murray's voice sounded comforting to me. The guy that was holding me hostage pointed at me and told me to stay there, while he walked out of the stall and up to Murray. They start talking, and while they do, I see Joey's face peak around the corner and smile at me. Joe motions for me to stay quiet as he sneaks in beside me. From somewhere where I can't see, I hear three gunshots and the captor falls down to his death. First instinct after the kidnapping: launch myself into Joey's arms and never let go of him again. From the way he's holding me, I can tell that he's thinking the same thing.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so."
We stand up and walk outside, seeing the stars above us. Shirley, who is still in hysterics runs up to us, giving me the biggest hug ever.
"Oh, sweetie! You had me so worried!"
Murray walks over, and drags her off of me. The other two guys that had helped me out, winked at Joe, and then left the two of us alone.
"Joey?"
"Mm?"
"What time is it?"
He looks down at his watch with one arm, but keeps the other wrapped around me.
"12:01."
"Merry Christmas, baby."
I say, closing my eyes as once again, the moment takes hold.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
When I open my eyes again, I see the open ring case in front of me, holding the most beautiful ring with one diamond in the middle.
"Marry me."
"Yes."
Joey took the ring and slid it onto my finger. This was truly my Christmas miracle.
