Micah scooped me up in his arms, carried me to the bed and gently placed me on the mattress. I could still see the ticking in his jaw.  He sat down beside me on the edge of the bed and sighed. 
“First of all, do not apologize for your sass. I love it. Second, don’t ever apologize for speaking your mind or standing up for yourself or for demanding answers. Third, I hope to God that you weren’t suggesting that you have to pay me for my kindness with sexual favors. I don’t work like that. I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t like a good fuck, because I do. I am a man after all. But I have never forced a woman to do something she doesn’t want to do and I sure as shit ain’t starting now. I can tell that you haven’t had good experiences where the male species are concerned, but sweetness, I’m going to show you that not all men are snakes.” Micah breathed in deeply through his nose and then released it through his mouth.
“I’m sor—”
“If you say you’re sorry one more time, we’re going to have issues, you and me. The last thing I want to tell you before I get Doc back in here to check your wounds, is this. You are welcome here in the main house for as long as you need to be here. Shit, you’re welcome anywhere on this property. You will be protected, and no one will hurt you. The BRB will do whatever is necessary to ensure that. Now, do you think you will be okay in here for a few minutes while I get Doc? You won’t try to run again?”
All I could do was nod. He’d said a lot in the past few minutes and I tried to take it all in. He couldn’t be real. As I watched him stand up and walk to the door, a thought occurred to me.
“Wait!”
“What, sweetness?” Micah looked over his shoulder at me, eyebrows raised.
“What’s the BRB?” 
“Sweetness, the BRB is your family now. We’re the Broken Rebel Brotherhood.”