Te’Qui’s head whipped back and forth between the windshield and T.J., fearful of what he was about to do to young Cordary.
“f**k is you doin’, bro?” Te’Qui asked.
“f**k you think? I’m finna mow his lil’ ass down.” his eyebrows arched and he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Right then, Te’Qui grabbed hold of the steering wheel. He and T.J. tugged back and forth for control of it. Realizing that his efforts were useless, T.J. tried a different approach. He elbowed Te’Qui in his stomach which doubled him over. Following up, he chopped him in the throat, which caused him to gag. Te’Qui’s eyes bugged and watered, as he grabbed his neck with both hands. He slid over to the passenger side window struggling to breathe.
With Te’Qui out of the fight, T.J. floored the gas pedal again, ripping dow
