Run away, little girl. Run away, the Big Bad Wolf gruffly warned in her mind, growling to ward her off from even setting foot on the large, ornate veranda surrounding the sprawling, two-story hacienda housing the Devil and his minions.

For a group of murderous thugs, La Rosa Negra sure knew how to plot for world domination in style.

She ignored the blaring shriek of her instincts and stepped up onto the wooden slats of the porch, propelling her feet ...