Kimani Goode, 24, lives in the projects of Compton, California with her cheating/abusive boyfriend Shia. She's trying to make up to her goals of being a tattoo artist and owning her own store but he always gets in the way. Kimani and Shia been dating since they were only 14. When they were 18 stuff hit the fan when he cheats on her with two different woman. When she confronted him about it, he got so mad that he put his hands on her. Ever since then, that been his thing.. cheats and when she confronts him then he beats her. She wants to leave him but her love for him took a toll on her and she couldn't find the guts for it. They've been going out for years and that's what also effects her cause she never been with anybody else but him and couldn't see her self single or with anybody else. One day while she's at the park drawing out the scenery, a little boys toy lands in front of her and that's when she meets Jacy Hernandez, 25. He apologizes for his son and introduces himself to her. They eventually get really close and start catching slow feelings for each other and she needs to find a way to deal with Jacy in one hand and Shia in the other. Trouble hits her when Shia does find out about the secret feelings and secret friendship of them both and from there? Issa mess.

Nulani fights for her heart but will she lose to Kadar? Read it to find out more.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.