We ain't on what yo lame ass nigga on.

Trinity Smith has been starving for more out of her marriage to Meech. Three years in and she feels alone, untouched, and unsatisfied. Especially behind closed doors. The spark is gone, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like she's begging for something that should come naturally. They try therapy, hoping it'll save them. For a minute, it looks like it might. Then Thanksgiving comes around...and everything spirals. That's when Trinity really meets Dayvon Bennett, Meech's close friend who's a father. What starts off subtle turns reckless fast, and before she knows it, Trinity is caught up in something messy, addictive, and completely off-limits.

"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.