His best friend

Chapter Twenty- Seven

Rochelle POV

It's been weeks since Elvis would even talk o me or look at me. And to make matters worse Billy been around more, and I know Elvis is just doing that to make me even more mad. Which is working.

"How are you?" Joan, one of the mafia's wife asked me. I folled Elvis's Jean's into his pants draw and sighed.

"I feel like a child, given the silent treatment.  I know what I did was wrong, I feel horrible. But he isn't so perfect him self, I know and he knows he cheated on me in Germany. He just won't admit it like i did." It felt good to get something out, I haven't talked to anyone about this. But since she is part of our friend ground she obviously knows.

"Oh honey I understand completely, trust me. Joe is the same way with me. Men can do no wrong, but once women do something its the end of the world." She replied, sipping her tea slowly.

"I just wish he would give me a chance, you know. And he has the nerve to bring Scotty here, and act like nothing happened. Why dose he get treated better?" I cried, I had to let it out. I'm sick of being treated like this...

    speak of the devil, Elvis strolls right in with a glare in his eyes. he walked straight into the poker room with the rest of the guys. I felt my anxiety rise up with each breath I took, I needed to make things right with him even though were both in the wrong. 

I took a couple steps and entered the pool room, everyone's eyes fell on me waiting to say something. "Elvis.." my shaky voice said his name, He turned towards me waiting for everyone to leave. 

"Elle..... what do you want? "He questioned, a cigarette from his lips. all the guys moved out the room, the silence fell. 

"I need to talk to you, to get something off my chest... and explain everything that happen" I spoke very softly. not wanting to come straight out and tell him.

"Go on..." he responded. 

" You were gone so much that i couldn't keep myself company anymore.. i know it sounds wrong but i felt like i needed him at the moment. its not like i had feelings for him anymore, i just.... i don't know need to be touched again. i missed you and you weren't caring how i felt. i love you Elvis but sometimes you don't treat me right. " i finished my speach scared of what hes going to say next. 

Elvis got up from the couch, making his way to me. he pulled me into a hug holding me tightly. i felt a tear drop fell from his face. i hugged him tighter and felt his hand crawl up my dress feel every inch of me. he left kisses all the way down my neck into my chess laying me gently down on the couch. I loved moments like this, just me and him no distractions no fans no mafia no anybody. just the two of us, falling in love all over agian.