Turning around slightly as heavy hasty sounding feet propelled up the stairs, taking a few paces towards the stair case, scooping her hair to one side, her tone preppy and upbeat "Singnore Angelo I'd love a cappuccino no sugar, please and one of your baked good please I am famished" beaming a smile at him,  giving him a polite nod.

Adjusting her focus to Mister Santarelli, raising an eyebrow " unless you have a recommendation I should know about?" in a slightly cocky fashion  resting a hand on her hip a smirk played on her lips. 

Tony turned to Angelo "Add a macchiato smaller scoop no sugar for the signora to try, two cornetti with ricotta and two with..." he paused and took a one-second look towards Jacqueline "... and three with Marmalade please."

Angelo just nodded "Fresh bunch out the oven, melts in your mouthuh!" and he kissed his fingers as a gesture to describe how delicious they were. 
Tony grinned slightly "Thank you my friend"

Angelo gave a small bow that seemed to be directed to both and left in haste. A couple of seconds later, an Italian rampage of words could be heard from down the stairs as he gave the order to the kitchenette and declared it as a priority. 

Growing slightly wide eyed over the conversion with little to no idea what exactly she was trying,  Jacqueline grew up in Chicago eating and experiencing a very Americanized palette, cocking her head to the side, she smiled taking a seat on the leather lounge, pulling her handbag onto her lap rummaging in search of her gun which completely slipped her mind earlier after being locked up.

 "Marmalade huh? I remind you of Marmalade? a mischievous grin formed on her face not taking her eyes of Santarelli 

"Now we're tucked away from listening ears, care to paint me more of impression about yourself Mister Aloof?"

He sat down on the free leather lounge and loosened his tie a bit. Arms hanging on the sides, legs crossed the masculine way, he poured some water for both, took a sip and lit a cigarette, inhaling a long one. He stayed silent for a few seconds and then turned his attention to her with a smirk.

"It was that or chocolate and marmalade fit better. More color, more interesting..." he trailed off as he continued to look in her eyes for a few seconds before taking another drag of smoke.

"Also because kids love it, I thought you'd like it too" he totally grinned on that.

A few seconds later he responded to her other question. "Aloof? How much closer can we be for me to not be aloof? I even brought you to my haven miss Doyle. You could easily arrange my assassination any time you wish, what can be more personal than that?" his tone half serious, half humorous. 

Leaning back into her chair, crossing her long toned legs,  tapping her foot in the air amused in regards to his demeanor, oh this was going to be a fun tango,  feeling the energy amp up a notch.

Her brow quirked showing amusement waiting for something smug to roll out of his mouth. No sooner than than the thought formed he delivered, cocky as always.

Enjoying this more than she should, her hand felt the cool metal below her finger tips, sighing in relief a grin formed on her lips highly amused by his answer "because kids love it" echoed in her ears.
Raising her eyebrows, her foot tapping increased.
Drawing out her cigarette case deciding to follow suit to relax her a little further. Placing the cigarette between her lips smirking in response to his ribbing. Drawing back deeply as she successfully lit it, stifling a hearty laugh regarding his response to her question, exhaling towards the window, her hazel eyes locked with his.

"There's your first mistake, women always need a side of chocolate, I'm sure a man of your calibre would have had that mastered,  though marmalade is sweet and tangy like myself  I suppose..." the mischievous grin grew along with her tone.

"Regarding how to cease being Aloof? Really? How about a first name, now I know it's an ego thing Mister Santarelli..." Sarcasm dripping as she spoke pronouncing his name,  drawing back deeply on her cigarette her eyes crinkled in amusement
"But you seem to know a fair amount about me and I don't know your first name?" She Scoffed exhaling once more on a tangent not allowing the man to speak 

"Assassination? Really? Are you lacking caffeine to that extreme? Do you not recall why you busted my ass outta there?"

Most pleased with her falling into the chocolate argument, Tony grinned once she brought it up. He held his mouth shut on the reason so he could use it as a weapon later. He simply nodded.

"Name is Antony or Tony. Either way is fine." he smiled and inhaled from his cigarette deeply while she phrased her last response "I never underestimate anyone, miss Doyle. From the lowest lever to the highest brain of the people in this life, every one is capable to cause damage one way or the other. " he paused "All everyone needs is information and motive. Open their gums to the wrong person, Boom. You wouldn't even hear them coming."

He turned to her and studied her hazel eyes in silence for a moment "Now, say my name." he told her and kept his gaze locked. 

Glaring slightly, a low growl formed on the back of her throat, her tongue running over her teeth in attempts not to nibble his lure, he knew how to make her nibble, or down right seeth, shaking her head amused, scoffing.

looking down at her cigarette  appearing she had finished it down to the filter, leaning forward to stub out of the remains, her tone indifferent as she spoke.

"Fair point Tony" her lips popped upon pronounciation of his name "Though, we both know you aren't any good to anyone dead, yet."

Retrieving her pistol from her purse, checking to see how many bullets she had left spinning the chamber, before focusing on Tony, laying her pistol back down in her bag.

"We're making progress, so where to from here for you? More bust outs?"

Tony put his cigarette out as well and pushed himself up, hands in pockets standing in front  of the window. 

The first thing to notice when looking in the chamber of her handgun would be that it was empty. 

"I am in need of your charm Miss Doyle..." he would pause for a few seconds "...to be used on a certain individual I am interested in." pause again "It would require you to contact the girls you had been working with, arrange a party and be dashing, something you have no problem with at all. The rest I will handle."

He would keep looking out the window expecting a reply

Intrigued by Tony’s demeanour, a glint of mischievousness in her eye’s nipping her lower lip, her head atilt

“You have my interest Tony, that won’t be an issue what-so-ever, though location could be a lil tough at the moment...”  rubbing her neck reluctantly “Do you have a location in mind?”  her tone curious, leaning forward towards the pitcher of water pouring herself a glass to sip on while waiting for the coffee and baked goods to be delivered.

“I could do the work for ya with another girl I trust with my life if you need, my other girls are trying their hand at something a lil less adultery” placing the pitcher of water down on the table Jacqueline began to dig through her purse in the zipped compartment finding an old newspaper article, unfolding it holding it out for Tony for him to have a glance at it, she was far too comfortable in the leather lounge to even consider standing out of respect for the man, tiredness consuming her, the adrenaline almost gone.

“Her name is Rose, she’s a petite lil thing, almond eye’s, sweetest lil voice, sings like a canary, though beside her is Vixen, now she’s a fiery one brings in the big bucks, depends on who’d you prefer if I’m honest… Know some men prefer some women more submissive than outgoing, yanno don’t wanna wound their pride n’ all”  her free hand holding the cup of water, bringing it to her lips sipping casually.

Listened carefully to the information she provided. He couldn't help but smile to the fact that she sounded exited to take part in a job she heard nothing about. 

He turned, still hands in his pockets and checked the piece of paper she held out, not really caring if she stood up or not. 

"Hm" could be heard from his throat "This man and I are nothing alike. Judging from his personality, he would like to break Rose."

Somewhere middle sentence heavy steps would echo in the room coming from the staircase. Then a stop mid-way that drew Tony's attention

"Yes you may come up Angelo." 

"Sorry if being late, business is boomingh"

"That's quite alright, let me take this" said Tony and approached Angelo to take the disk from his hands

Angelo all but cursed the man "No, no, no signore! That's my job, please yourr insulting me"

Tony smiled "I apologize Angelo, please do your thing" and walked back in front of the window

Angelo placed the disk on the table and Tony gave him a hundred dollar bill. Angelo stared at him wide eyed almost angry "Too much, I can't take that" 

Tony pat his shoulder in a friendly manner and raised his eyebrows to the guy "Now you are insulting me" to which Angelo sighed, pocketed the bill, bowed to both and left. 

A deviant smile broke out across her face upon the mention the other man may break Rose, knowing he meant emotionally, before she was able to speak Angelo delivered the goods.

Adjusting her demeanour to an almost saintly smile, clearing her throat, speaking softly “Grazie Bello Angelo”  shooting him a wink, standing from her seat walking towards the men to clutch her coffee.

The men bantered a little to and from in regards to monies, suppressing an eyeroll a chuckled formed as he took his leave.

“well, then I’ll service the gent personally Tony, yanno I won't toleratehis shit. What’d this dickhead do?”  her tone coy, her eyebrows raised, she was curious, she enjoyed a challenge.

Picked up his coffee and returned to his seat. 

"When I say break, I don't mean in its literal way. I mean that's what will be in his mind. Petite equals weak so he feels stronger."

He sipped his coffee the moment she continued talking. He shook his head in her offer. 

"No can't do. I want you to be vigilant in there not partake. Rose will need to piss him off. He will most likely get out of hand and either he will boot you out of there or you will take Rose and leave, as her manager you don't tolerate her being abused. But one way or the other you will have to be out of there just before the end of this event. "

His voice serious on that last part, his eyes calm as if he had thought this through and was confident about it. Another sip.

"As to what he has done, he was at the wrong place the wrong time." he said as his eyes trailed towards the window.