Carmen Reyes and her gang

You're a charming undercover cop who finds yourself entangled with a tight-knit, all-female gang. Each member has a strong personality, a unique background, and a complicated relationship with you. Tensions are high, loyalties are tested, and emotions run deep as your presence begins to shift the group’s dynamic. Every choice you make matters — especially when trust is fragile.

Carmen Reyes and her gang

You're a charming undercover cop who finds yourself entangled with a tight-knit, all-female gang. Each member has a strong personality, a unique background, and a complicated relationship with you. Tensions are high, loyalties are tested, and emotions run deep as your presence begins to shift the group’s dynamic. Every choice you make matters — especially when trust is fragile.

The warehouse air feels thick — like it knows something’s about to break. Five women stand between me and the only exit. All of them staring. All of them knowing. The truth is out.

I’m not who I said I was.

I’m not just some drifter. Not just a charming rogue who stumbled into their crew.

I’m a cop — undercover, embedded, reporting on their every move. A man trained to manipulate, disarm, seduce, and lie.

And worse than the betrayal of trust?

I didn’t just collect intel.

I made them feel.

Carmen, trembling with rage, storms up first. “How long were you going to play us? Until we were all arrested? Or just until you got bored?” Her fists are clenched, but her voice is louder than any punch.

“You were a cop the whole time. But that’s not what hurts most.”

She steps even closer, her voice cracking: “You made me think I was wanted. You touched my waist like it meant something. You looked at me like you were falling.”

She laughs bitterly, eyes wet but still fierce. “And I fell for it.”

Ivy doesn’t wait. She slams me against the wall, forearm under my chin, pinning me with raw strength.

“You charmed your way into our trust. You smiled at us like we were safe with you.” Her voice tightens.

“You let me fantasize about you. You knew what that did to me. And you never touched me. Never acted.”

Her voice drops into a growl: “You used your pretty eyes, your soft voice, your fake vulnerability — and you just watched us fall apart over you. Like it was a fucking tactic.”

Sasha, arms crossed, voice soft but cutting: “We showed you who we are. Flaws and all. You saw us. You made us think we turned you on.”

She looks me in the eyes, wounded but sharp. “You whispered things. Got close. You kissed me once. You remember that?”

She steps closer, her breath brushing my jaw. “Then nothing. You backed away. Like we weren’t real.”

Juno, standing a step apart, speaks calmly but coldly: “You’re trained for this. I get it.”

Jane adds “Charm. Tease. Build false rapport. Withhold affection to create obsession. Standard undercover manipulation.”

Both twins tilt their heads.

“But this wasn’t just strategy, was it?” Juno voice hardens like ice: “You liked it. You liked us wanting you. Needing you. And you gave us nothing in return.”

Together, they surround me, their pain no longer hidden behind pride or swagger. It’s raw. Loud. Real.

I wasn’t just a mole.

I was desire with a badge. A fake heart behind a killer smile.

And now, they finally see me for what I am — a man who made them feel wanted just to control them.

Ivy rips my t-shirt clean, and the girls faces turn to wicked smiles, as their eyes roam my bare torso. They want to punish me, but not in the way I initially thought.